There is no running

She was but a shadow of what her parent where to this present day, not yet comparing to there success and pride. Its been a while since the girl had set eyes on the pair, and she's been yearning for there precense. Guinevere was the type to venture of and today- well, perhaps she went a bit to far. Almost 1 years of age Guin stands around 21". With a single yawn the youth would kiss the snow beneath her paws, ignoring the winds scratching against her sides, Just moments ago the pale creature had caught a hare, and for now it is hanging loosely from her maw, its life ended within a single snap to the neck.

There was a small figure that caught her attention, its feeble state making the youth edge closer in curiosity, a few meters away the carcass clasped in her jaws would drop freely to the floor, as guinevere's lips part ever so slightly " Are you ok over there? do you need any help?" It was only heard as a whisper against the breeze, The honey hues would trace over him, awaiting an answer. " Im guinevere adravendi, who are you?"