White Walker

She had to be cautious as she went around the caverns. She never knew who knew of the nameless one and who did not, therefore if she met an old ?friend? she would surely have to do one of those flight or fight response things or whatever it was supposed to be. Her eyes were soft as she silently crept about, making no sound as her paws hit the earth, barely gracing it at fast speeds. Here fur blended into the rocks apart from her white fur belly. She shouldn?t have washed it because if she had left it dirty than no wolf would find her. Her eyes were closed as she blended in against the wall. She was waiting for her next victim.


The wind walker had pushed herself forward towards the cave entrance, thinking about a meal to be in her clutches soon enough. Would she dare try for something bigger like a deer or an elk or would she simply take a smaller prey like a vole or a fish or a squirrel. Her eyes flashed towards the back of the cave with the soft sounds of scuffs on the floor. Was that the noise of a rabbit? What would a rabbit be doing in a cave? She'd find out she supposed. Carefully she stalked her prey, watching it hit at the floor with its giant feet. She leapt atop it and murdered it with one blow.


It looked like the bandit girl wouldn't have to steal her next meal after all. She settled down and started to chow down on it.