One Step, Two Step, Back & Forth

She was beginning to like the battlefield. This place was comforting to her. It smelled of blood, death, and decay. Just her kind of place. Dual toned gaze searched for another fighting partner, and she was on a quest to find just that. She didn't care who or what it was as long as it helped her get ugly thoughts out of her head. Plus, the taste of blood was another thing she liked. Wolf's blood in particular. It tasted different than the usual little critters she often hunted before decapitating them...

Snow dusted the ground, her paws leaving imprints behind her. She swept her feet back and forth every other step, making random little marks and designs that made no sense whatsoever, but hey, at least it entertained her enough until she stopped. She dropped her rump to the ground and began making little swirlies and faces and other random designs in the snow as she waited for someone to make her stop what she was doing and engage her in a rough and tumble sort of way.