Whittle Away the Time We Have

Fireside was a pretty new thing for her. The smell of sheep was becoming familiar faster than living in a pack. Tyrian, her new leader, had given her the rank of Commoner. He had made it clear she would have to work her way free of the bottom tier and make something of herself. That was why she stood half-frozen in the woods just North of her pack. She had ignored the elk when she had scented them. She didn’t want to go for something quite so big just yet. Baby steps, work her way up.

She had never been taught to hunt before, but she was patient. She stood in the snow, half buried, chilled, and biding her time. When the little rabbit had hopped by she had held herself still, holding her breath. It hopped closer, then looked behind, ears pricked and startled. It started to hop faster, going right by Sera and - crunch her teeth were around its neck. She almost shook with excitement at having made the kill. So much so, that she had forgotten something had startled it. It took her a moment to consider, to look upwards, and to see the eyes of the demon as he looked directly at her. She froze, the rabbit falling from her maw.

"Speech"