Heidi crouches low.
Her breath mists in the cold, her fur bristling with anticipation.
Her wolf growls. " Look at them, oblivious and weak. They sit and laugh while death circles them."
Death. She's their death.
Her claws curl into the dirt, anchoring her against the urge. She doesn't want this. But when she glances at the couple, and hears the laughter spilling from their lips as they roast something over the fire, her heart trips. They're alive. Alive, and weak, and she is strong.
Now, that… that's a thrill that clouds her sanity.
Her claws dig into the soil. Her lips curl back, exposing gleaming teeth. She could leap now, finish it in seconds. But the wolf's voice caresses her mind again,
"Not yet. The chase comes first. Fear sweetens the blood. Let them run and beg. Make them understand what it means to be hunted."
