(Not) Beef: It's What's For Dinner

She followed the shadow that day without so much as one word. In truth, the monochrome girl was still being hard on herself about the whole pack situation. Way to let down a whole bunch of wolves, eh? What she needed was a good run, a chase, something to go after and sink her teeth into. It was safe to say that the shadow man would lead her in the right direction.

Following the packed earth with her obsidian ears lifted between her curling horns, Celeste’s calm gaze flickered between Vidarr and where the mule deer scent wafted from. Her paw steps were light as a feather as she danced back and forth from one of his sides to the other. Unlike the behemoth Titan clothed in the night sky, she was light and agile, too quick for some to even see.

As he rumbled for her to follow, a quick smirk fell upon her stoic expression. Too bad she was ready to go after their dinner. Taking off like a bullet from a gun, Celeste opened up and headed straight for where the herd grazed lazily in the afternoon sun.