A loud cry bellowed through the forest, followed by the rumbling of hooves and the shaking of trees. Wolfe had gotten into a fight with a large elk and had claimed victory by jumping onto it's back and clawing away at the flesh of his neck. As it bounded through the forest, blood spilled from it and onto Wolfe, who merely growled and carried on with the slaughter. Eventually, the elk came to a halt and collapsed, dead. She let out a wicked laugh, proud of herself for winning once again, especially to a foe much larger than her. Looking down at herself, she scowled at the blood that stained her clothes.
"Anabelle is gonna be mad.." She grumbled as she tried to smear the blood off; the moment her claws touched her clothes the tore many holes into it. Wolfe elicited an annoyed growl as she looked at the damage she did. Her surroundings meant nothing to her at the moment and did not notice a small boy not to far off from were she was.