I love the fog

The silence was nice, not to mention the night fog in this place. It seemed like the perfect spot for a lost wolf to come looking and for the female to jump out and kill them, no just torture more like. The red wolf wasn't one for killing unless she really hated a wolf, and she could not hate someone she has no got to know. She could torture them though, that was enough for her. Vriska sat on one of the branches, her purple eyes glowing in the winter moonlight as she watched the ground below. Flicking her tail around. A peaceful night indeed, one that she would enjoy unless something bad happened. A rogue's life may not have been easy, but she was not an easy target as was she at ease when it came to hunting. It made it easy as her life as an assassin.