Oh ma douce souffrance

Moira was famished, but she hated having to hunt for herself. Her parents had forced her to learn in case they ever died. But she hated the physical effort it took to do it. And that by the end of the hunt her fur was always covered in blood and dirt. Which simply appalled the girl.

But here she stood, alone with her stomach growling. Begrudgingly she admitted she might just have to throw away her appearance for her appetite. With a huff she closed her eyes taking a relaxing breath before she opened her eyes - it was go time.

Perking her ears she let them swivel atop her skull listening for anything she can hear just like her father taught her. When that proved to be without result. She began to wander her nose searching for a trail.

She wandered for a bit until the scent of blood, ram and another wolf caught her attention. Pausing her her place she debated it. She could walk away or she could attempt to get some of the other’ meal.

Option two was obviously the way she went. So she followed the scent oblivious to the fact she was stumbling her way onto a live hunt. She didn’t bother trying to be stealthy. In fact she was practically announcing her arrival with each step.

@Auriga