White Walker

The words made her tense up and then proceeded to make her skin crawl. The sickly sweet voice was so familiar yet it was not at the same time. Her eyes danced around the cave in search of the wolf who owned the mysterious voice only to find her eyes locked on another fae in the caverns without life. The soul stealer rose swiftly, a fast little bugger as usual, and gave a small hiss. She was quite protective over her food, especially given the times of the day. It was the winter months and she would surely starve if the rest of her meal was taken from her by some large brute. She exhaled through her nose loudly in a snort as she pushed herself away, taking her rabbit and heading away from the scene and towards the inner territories of the cavern system.


With a breakneck pace she rushed through the tunnels she had been exploring as she headed towards the central cavern. The other wolf was large, and if the woman truly wanted her food than she would have to find the Queen of the Thieves first, a trick in itself. Bandit would surely be much faster than the other wolf that had made her presence known because she had a small frame and she was particularly fast compared to the others. Her eyes followed her every movements as she worked her way through the caverns with a strange precision. She was just trying to think on her feet and protect what was rightfully hers. It was probably the only thing that was rightfully hers. Even her name was stolen.