the way we stalk, the way we kiss

It was time for another raid, and Kaija was here and prepared. Maybe she wasn't quite as eager to go as some of the other raiders seemed to be but she was definitely ready and itching to fight nonetheless. The little scrap she'd gotten into with some coyotes recently had left her with a nasty wound on her forelimb though and she wasn't eager for it to be reopened. Not that such a thing would stop her, but maybe it made her subconsciously hang back a little, waiting for the right opponent to target. Hopefully she wouldn't be left waiting for long though...