Twilight had faded.
A thick blanket of clouds had taken over the sky, blotting out the stars and non-existent moon, and darkness overruled. It was a heavy kind of darkness, one in which no amount of snow could have given her away on a hunt. It was comforting, to say the least, knowing she was barely visible, hidden within the trees and their bare, grasping branches. Perhaps she might even come across a herd of deer, or even a Soquili, anything just large enough to run and thrill her as she chased and maimed. But as it was night, she doubted anything other than harebrained foals and night rodents were out and about, neither of which appealed to her.
A grimace formed on her lips.
What she wouldn't give for some fresh meat.
Quietly, she lurched forward, her wings shifting ever so slightly upon her back. The night are was chilly, and she hardly wanted the membrane between each slim finger to get brittle. Her ears flicked as she quickly searched over the clearing, finding nothing of interest, before quickening her step to get across. She felt exposed when not under the cover of trees, paranoid and flighty. It was a feeling she did not enjoy, and so to combat it, she merely went faster, picking up the pace from a walk to a steady trot, and once back within the confines of trees, evened out to walk again.
Suddenly, the sound of paws pitter-pattering through snow.
The smell of rabbit as it traipsed, unawares, so close.
She turned her head, spying the small creature, totally oblivious to the Kalona mare eying it hungrily. She lunged, grabbing it by the throat and quickly breaking it's neck, the little squeal-scream hardly noticeable. Despite her lack of prey for the past few days and the ever-thirsting hunger in her belly, a need for larger game and higher pursuits, the rabbit would have to do. As she began to feed, she decided that tonight would not be such a bad night after all.
No, tonight might, in fact, be interesting.
