Cold Air

The fae nodded as her emerald pools gazed at the stars that sparked brightly in the violet colored sky. The smell of the blood from the elk had caught her attention, but se dismissed it and watched Chrono take a bite of the elk as his pearl colored canines were now stained with crimson; as was his muzzle. Her emerald pools heard the distant sounds of birds as she could see the land easily from the cliff she was now resting on. The warm yet cold air continued to whip around her pelt, causing it to blow in the direction the wind was going.

"Chrono, why do you not like to take orders?" She asked with interest as her emerald pools shifted to his heterochromatic ones. Her paws continued to dig into the landscape.