Don't Be A Girl About It

Claston slowed, not winded in the least, and she sat. She licked at her chest fur, having the strange sensation that she was being watch. She lifted her gaze, looking around, not seeing anybody on the flat, frozen expanse. Assured that no danger was lurking too close, she turned her gaze to the hills surrounding the place. She surveyed them, seeing clumps of trees further of, and... A unique brown lump on one of the hills. She was unaware that it was a wolf, and that it was watching her carefully, so she resumed her training.

Clawing the ground once more, she darted towards one of the outcroppings of ice, giving a powerful push of her hind paws, launching her small body onto it. She stood, tall and proud, glaring around at the terra surrounding her, pride evident in her stance, the way she held her ears high atop her crown, and tail aloft in the air. She then lifted her snout to the sky, nostrils flaring as she scented the air, picking up the smell of another wolf. Male. Perfect.She thought darkly to herself, a cruel smirk growing upon her maw, and she barked out strongly, "Show yourself, Brute! I don't take kindly to hiding strangers watching me practice. Though, if that's where you get your kicks... So be it. But at least let me see you."

The flirty devil in her was coming out to play, and Claston would gladly embrace that side of herself, enjoying the cat-and-mouse game. She loved playing with her victims before she ruined them. It gave her pleasure, however sadistic it might be. She would never change, or would she?