Darling, You Look Perfect

Prancing with a bit of a jaunty spring in her step, Iskra wound her way through the rocks that were growing ever more familiar, tossing her recently caught prey into the air with a hard swing on her head, then racing to meet it as it descended back to earth. Sure, the little morsel was beginning to look a little... Iffy, from rough treatment, but it would still taste delicious no matter how it looked, right? She hoped so, at least. It was one of those funny looking rodents that Chaos had greeted her and Art with forever ago.

Carrying her prize in her jaws a ways, she was just contemplating finding a place to settle down for a nice meal when the sound of paws pounding across the ground met her white-tipped ears. What was this? Walking along the line that separated the crew from the rest of the world she tip-toed her way over to the source of this commotion, just in time to see a grey-hued man come away with empty paws as one of those lovely pheasants flapped away smugly. She assumed it was smug at least, after all, a prey animal had to feel pretty good about itself when it escaped death like that, right? Sauntering over to the defeated looking wolf, Iskra sat her rosy haunches down just outside the border, beaming at the stranger while she set down the floppy corpse of her quarry and declared, "Now, now, no need for the long face, good looking. It doesn't suit you, and I've come bearing gifts!" she probably looked like the cat that ate the canary, but who wouldn't, sweeping their way into such a perfect situation? Sure, it was only one gift, and more like her dinner, but she could play nice and share if this man was willing to put up with her company. Her sapphire eyes danced with mischief.