Lullay

She had been carefully plotting to get the rank that she thought she deserved, Duchess, until it came time for her to take up or fight for control of a pack of her own. The stormy woman had been stalking around in the night in search of answers, thinking about newer and better defensive moves as well as offensive moves to use the next time she could. "Now how am I going to do this?" She asked herself as she pushed towards the center of the forest that had been the first and main territory to Arcanum. She enjoyed her stay despite the bitter loss against another yearling, Narfi. If Kaneyna didn't know better she would have called favorites but she had no idea of who the monarch was friends with or not. She didn't really care as long as she got to use the pack as an outlet for her blood lust that seemed to grow every day she was around.


She froze and dug her claws into the loose and moist soil as she looked up at the crescent moon in the sky. It was around midnight but Kane never really had that many issues with seeing in the dark. She drew in a deep breathe as she waited. She could feel her heart beating in her chest when she caught the scent, prey. No, she couldn't and wouldn't think about that. It could be an excuse if anyone questioned her late night wandering tendencies. She was, of course, 'tracking prey for a pack hunt coming up soon.' She carefully looked both ways as she headed towards where she had made her den. She had burrowed under one of the ancient tree roots. It was protected enough and comfortable enough. She just wanted to make sure her rabbit was there still so she might eat something. She'd been busy trying to plot that she hadn't eaten in a while. She picked up the rabbit and started to eat it outside the area she called her den.