Brightly colored crimson ferns made way for their Queen, parting with each step she took. Some bent and broke beneath her powerful paws, while others bowed down to her glory-. Nightshade's head jerked to the right, red towers pressed forward, who dared to intrude on her daydreaming? The yearling studied the looming trees with mahogany eyes before resting on the criminal. It was a squirrel! An evil enemy who must be snuffed out! Biting back a snarl she coiled her body up, slinking to the ground with ease. Her little spy rested high within a tree, snacking on some sort of nut. He couldn't have been very good at his job for he took no notice to the creeping wolf's approach. Her steps silent, body rigid with anticipation.
It seemed luck was in her paws today, for the unlucky participant's butter fingers caused him to accidentally drop his precious nut. Foolishly he scurried down the tree to retrieve it, right into the hungry beast's path. Mercilessly the wolf tore through ferns, jaws opening to smash down upon his small body with delicacy, if just to torture him. His angry little cries filled her ears as she tossed him up towards clouds then jumped, strong legs propelling her to her snack, mouth slowly reopening. A loud crunch could be heard as she snatched him, followed by the thudding of the Asurn's contact with ground. It squirmed in her grasp, twisting to bite her lip as if to say, 'Free my leg bitch!'. Treating him like a chew toy she shook her head viciously back and forth before slamming him into a broad trunk. As she smiled ear to ear she dropped him to the forest floor, watching the injured thing struggle towards his only safety. "How sad," Her mocking tone of voice would the last sound he would hear. Swiftly she stepped up, placing one paw on his head and another on his tail, then with precise movements, as if this was a practiced protocol, ripped his weak little spine out. Blood splattered onto her agouti coat, and she grinned red, allowing the bone to fall. Satisfaction didn't come easy to the girl as she carefully tore one leg off at a time. Then she took his insides, spilling them messily about the foliage.
By the time she was done there were squirrel parts all over the place, for example, a tail draping off of a fern with blood rolling down it's green body. Nightshade was cleaning her mess up, of course, refusing to waste any piece of fresh meat. She took time to round up what could be found and eat it with haste. Licking moist chops happily Night let out a pleasured, "Mmmm," before carrying on with her day, leaving the scene of an unnecessary hunting tactic. She strolled out with a tall proud posture, tail flagged naturally behind.