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Spring had arrived. Bring warmer temperatures and new life with it. The mammoth of a woman had found her way to a serene little place, complete with lush green grass, a winding lazy river, and peace. Upon her arrival it had been relaxing, but now the grass was painted red, a fallen doe lying at her feet. Blood smeared across her silvery pelt. She had long finished her meal, leaving it to the scavengers. She had settled down near the river, legs folding under her as she got comfortable to groom herself. Salmon toned ribbon swept across her fur, any trace of blood slowly disappearing.

With her pelt clean and belly full, the warm sunlight was lulling her to sleep. Head rested of her paws, eyelids fluttering shut, hiding vibrant pools of pink. A soft sigh slipped from her jaws as she drifted off. Bodice stretched out on her side, extending powerful legs, tail swatting the ground idling. A light sleep had claimed her, but still left her aware of her surroundings. She didn't know who resided here, or who would be so foolish enough to sneak up on the devils mistress.

She wanted to go hunting. Needed to go. The bitch in the hills hadn't satisfied her. Dreams drifted to previous wolves that fell victim to her jaws, their blood gushing in her mouth. God she missed it.

A scent teased her nose. One she didn't recognize. A gentle breeze constantly swayed the grass in every direction, giving her no clear idea of where this intruder was. Head lifted, bodice rolling over. Sharp gems scanned around her, seeing nothing but a field of green. Whoever it was hadn't made their appearance yet. Remaining down, she folded her legs under once more, ready to jump at any moment. Waiting. Always waiting. Waiting for the perfect victim to come along. To fall right into open jaws.

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