Mmm, Chicken

The young lady was far from home, her parents almost a distant memory at this point. While she missed them the Kedieo youth was not exactly one to cry over such a loss. Slowly she lowered her nose to the ground, scenting the earth at her paws. These lands... Could they be part of Boreas, the lands her father once told her mother of? In truth Pyrr had sought those lands, though without running into anyone recently she had no way of knowing if she’d crossed into them yet or not. The last loner stated she had been close to Boreas but alas that was days and days ago. A frustrated sigh spilled from her maw, fiery gaze shifting to the source of an unfamiliar sound.

A chicken, having not yet noticed the wolf, was clucking and pecking away at a poor mouse it caught. The massive she wolf allowed a grin to cross onto her face. Well well, she thought, what did she have here? Whatever the creature was it looked tasty. She always did have a thing for bird meat. With her ears perking and gaze narrowing the young woman started to stalk towards the creature, surprisingly light upon her large paws. Saliva dribbled down her chin as she wondered what the creature might taste like... Would it be tastier than goose?

Once Pyrrhus had gotten close enough she pounced, jaws snapping closed upon the chicken like a vice. She gave a couple shakes of her head and the creature was officially dead, ready for eating. Feeling proud of herself the femme set the bird down at her paws and laid down, licking her jaws as she began the not so pleasant part of her task before she could eat it; plucking away the feathers.