The white haired wolf was hunting tonight. Without her pack, because she couldn't always rely on the team members to hunt with her. She wouldn't say she was an outlier, they were all within reach if she chose. Adamantine trusted her team more then she trusted the fact she was a senshi. They were why she did what she did at night.

The hunt of energy and starseeds and other senshi, She wanted to find them. Consume them. Destroy them.

That was what she wanted, and she knew that the violence that required her to do so was unavoidable. She was ruthless. Clean. Her messes were always cleaned up.

So when she was disposing of the body for her latest kill, a weak old man already on the verge of passing, and felt the aura of order, she quickly cleaned her appearance in the room and exited from the window.

If she was going to fight, she thought, it would not be in the small room of the hospital. It would be out in the open. her arms crossed as she waited for the aura to cross with hers.

White Trickster Rabbit