Let us feast in friendship (HUNT)

The woman was careful to stay light on her feet as she roamed the countryside in search of something more complex, perhaps another heist which she could not give up no matter how hard she tried. The scent of prey was on the wind but it was too big for her to catch alone so she would not bother to approach it. Then there was the scent of brute and she rose on edge. She had to be cautious as she stayed upwind from the man so he could not catch her scent and challenge her or more importantly so he could not talk to her or try to talk her into doing something. Her paws were light on the snow, barely any noise to be heard, a skill that took years to practice. It had taken her two years in fact.


Her ears were down as she tried to blend in with the tree trunks, standing behind one opposing the male so she might be out of sight and out of mind. He had the smell of a companion and she only hoped they would take down some prey that she might be able to snatch a bit of it from them. The willow trees were stripped of their coverings due to the harshest season of them all, winter. Though winter was not too terrible harsh from her as she had travelled from the land she was born in, the Lands of Always Winter where the snow was constantly present and the prey was constantly scarce.