A low growl echoed through the forest; footsteps crunched the dry foliage. Aria glanced left and right, the evening sun shrouding the woods in a harsh light. She launched herself into a tree, crouching on the thickest branch. She wasn’t concerned at her pursuer or the setting sun; all she felt was the thrill of the hunt. She smirked as the grey wolf walked under her. He sniffed at the ground and around the roots of her tree. Her smirk widened at its whine, deciding to play with him a little. Carefully, she broke a significantly sized twig and threw it to her right. The pup stood at attention, ears perked in an alert. He took a step toward the sound and paused, sniffing. Seeing an opening, Aria lowered herself to the ground. The leaves were silent as her weight settled over them, barely mak
