A feast to be had

"Dieu bon sang." The thick french accent kissed the air as the oddly colored she-wolf dashed forward; she had spooked the animal she was after now the buck was bounding out before her with her hot on it's heels. She had wanted to avoid a chase, but god damn, this thing had spooked before she could get into lunging range. The rest of the herd spooked as well, running in all different directions as she went for the sole leader of the herd. Knowing she was going to leave it without it's male protector for the season, she would never the less have a bountiful feast. Bounding through the some what thickly wet and icy area, she easily kept her pace let alone didn't prove to tire easily either; then again this stamina was natural for her to put to use. Having a medium to long coat then most ideally would want but she kept it in prime condition knowing it was a important chore of every day to groom her self before setting out into the unknown.

That stomach grumbled as she ran after the bounding deer; it reminded her just how hungry she was. Living off of rabbits and other small mammals just weren't quite doing it for her, she had decided to go after something far bigger then a barely sized meager meal. Then again; she had no foot hold in these lands, no ties to anyone or anyone pack. Morgana planned to keep it that way, simply she did not want to be tied down. What reason or purpose would it serve her? None; she enjoyed her freedom and very few saw such an aspect of life a boon to ones self. Despite this; she did get lonely her self. Having no one around to talk to or get to know in these strange lands quite didn't make for an ideal time; then again Morgana did plan on making her self known in these lands by the assassination of iconic wolves; good or bad it mattered naught to her. As long they paid the price she would do their bidding; there was no doubt about that.

Unknowingly the more she chased the buck the closer she moved into the Tundra lands, but alas Morgana hardly paid attention to such a thing; even when they proved to both dash past yet another herd of deer, spooking them, as they ran off in the opposite direction of her hunt. The buck however got a bad spot of luck as a sickening crack filled the air; the front left leg had been snapped due to a misplacing of the footing. Morgana acted quickly while the buck tumbled to the ground from the sudden loss of balance. Jaws quickly locking them selves around that neck before titling the head back as far as it could go; she stayed behind the animal, one to avoid failing hooves and second to avoid it thrashing and pricing her with it's antlers.

Occ; Not wanting her to be claimed, mostly you can try and have a wolfie 'convince' her to join a pack