Though the day was winding down, Hel was as energetic as ever.how could she sleep when there was mischief to be had? The energetic creature would not be stopped by silly things such as the night! Of course, her father might be a little worried if Hel stayed out until the sun came up, but Hel had hours until then. Hours that could be filled with antics and fun and entertainment - you knew, the works.
Wriggling in delight at the thought, Hel crouched down low to the earth, imitating how her father had taught her to "stalk," though in reality she had nowhere bear mattered the art. If any wolves came by, Hel reasoned, they wouldn't see her until she pounced. This would surely enable her to take them down and then bring them to her father, who would definitely be impressed by his daughter's hunting prowess. Of course, the issue with that was Hel's plumy gray tail was currently sticking straight up in the air and was pretty hard to miss. Details, details.
Ears twitching and tail wagging, Hel want exactly the epitome of sneaky, but she was intent on finding her prey, whoever it might be tonight. She was the mightiest of hunters! And she would not go home empty pawed.
