The small wolf crept through the lowland trees silently, pawstep by pawstep as she prowled over the snow covered land. Saradathia’s had a new kind of prey in mind today. She had woken with an itch she hadn’t truly felt before, unsure where it was coming from, maybe the constant hunting and sleep depravity had finally driven her over the edge, or maybe she just felt like letting her cares go free for once. Either way, she had slunk off the monadnock after her bi daily ritual of watching the sun rise and set with only one goal in mind. She had to satisfy this itch.+
She paused, her silver gaze locking onto the perfect piece of prey, falling down into a low crouch, Saradathia prepared herself, springing forward with a snarl, she landed head first in….a pile of snow. The little wolf kicked her limbs out, wriggling through the snow on her back flopping over onto her side with a satisfied grunt. A sudden tingle down her spine caused Saradathia to leap to her paws, she gave a slight shudder as she snapped at the snow, a playful growl emitting from her as she just let all her worries disappear for a few moments in a hyper driven fit of playful madness.