Boneweary

Aranya? Awesome! Lets go get some food eh buddy? She kept the perkiness up, she felt as if this would be the emotion that would get this other female down toward those elk, and closer to where she wanted to do. Chill felt the correct response would be happiness, so that is what she would do, for a while at least. So she hummed as she started to follow Aranya down the mountain, her tiny paws fitting into the ground as her claws dug into the ground to stabilize herself on the rocky slippery ground. What would it take? A nudge of her nose? Her front paw sliding out to trip the other girl? A bite on the haunches? What would send this other girl flying over the ledge and down to her death? Was that any way to treat a potential friend? No no, she must behave.

Evil intention kept a bay, she continued to follow the larger female until they got to the bottom of the cliff. Chill's soul sighed at the boredom of not going all Scar...Lion King mode on this female, but her own hunger wouldn't allow herself to throw her meal ticket off the face of a mountain. So she scanned the herd, her eyes dancing along each member as she sized up their weaknesses, trying to figure out who would be the easiest target to take down in this winter wonderland.

The white girl rolled her shoulders as she stretched out a bit before nodding. We need one burst of speed, straight away to split that weak one away from the herd. Her voice was now cold and clipped, uncaring that life had to be taken, for they where the strong and the weak deserved to die. We can't fail or the elk will turn around and attack once they notice there's only two of us instead of ten or more. The growl in her throat was contained by the want to stay quiet until the last moment, this hunt would rely on them being able to take this thing down without getting hurt. Because lets face it, Chill hurt? The world better just fall over and die first.