Sex: FemaleThe thick fog made it difficult to see, especially being a new wolf to the mountain lands. Nightshade moved slowly, the cold practically seeping into her fur, making the red beast shiver ever so slightly. Pebble Kipp. Such a strange name that sung out fragile and weak as far as the Asurn was concerned. Yet, it was her ticket in, along with her little made up back story. She was surprised her lies had managed to get her a warm home for the Winter. She was so slick, her sharp tongue easily capable of telling lie after lie effortlessly. A cocky smile laced her lips for a fragment of a second, but something caught her attention. A strong scent, one unfamiliar to her, laid heavily upon the ground. She followed the trail down the steep slopes, occasionally slipping in an ungraceful manner. It wasn't particularly just the fact she was new, but unknowingly the yearling was treading a dangerous spot of land.
Through the fog a large white figure with black horns could be spotted, hardly visible until it turned to look directly at her. Red fur wasn't something easy to hide, and the creature snorted loudly, scraping a hoof against the ground. Had she met the devil himself? A wicked snarl left her lips, hackles rising upon her back as she let out a warning bark. Inexperience nearly cost Night as it charged, and she stumbled out of harm's way with a loud brief howl. Hopefully someone would hear, and heed her call. Nightshade twisted around quickly to attack from the side before the animal could face her head on again. Strong legs kicking her off the ground as she latched her teeth into it's rump.
(Let me know if this is in any way unrealistic? I haven't done a whole lot of hunting threads.)