Mitya

The bruja walked into the snow covered prairie and snorted as she looked around. Her stomach empty and she was hunting for two, looking for a couple hares. Orbs scanned around, looking for anything really that moved. Peds carried her forwards, and her nares lowered to the ground, sniffing to find a scent.

*The Signs*

The scent of red deer was on the air. But by the smell, there seemed to be a fairly large group of them.

The scent of rabbit was stronger, and more pugent than that was blood and musk. A snow-white ermine had just caught a rabbit. Already his blunt little muzzle was coated in crimson as he set to work to devour his meal.

The frozen carcass of a long-dead bison calf lay under a mound in the snow. Much of the flesh had already been torn away by scavengers, but there was still quite a bit left.

danju

danju jumps for the closest red deer to him jaw open wide aiming for its troat

Mitya

Bruja lifted her muzzle to the air as the scents came to her, she knew the deer would make a good meal, but she wasnt in perfect condition and the rabbbit might be a better choice she thought. Orbs searched as her peds carried her forwards, walking right past the carcass not noticing it, just looking for whos scent she caught.

*Ermine*

The weasle turned with its back arched up and its little bloodied fangs gleaming, "This is my kill! Find your own!" it hissed threateningly at the fae. For such a small creature, ermines could fiesty.

Mitya

Her banner raiased high as she stalked forth towards the ermine, fangs bared she snarled, not afraid. "I just did." Mitya snarled at him. Then suddenly she lept at it, fangs bared aiming to grab it anywhere in a deadly hold.

*Ermine*

The weasely creature gave a harsh hiss and sprung back, just out of Mitya's deadly reach. "Filthy scavenger!" it spat, arching it's back and slinking about angrily. It wouldn't risk it's life though.

Mitya

The bruja stood up tall as she glared down at hhim. "Call me what you want it wont change anything." Then she lept for him, aiming at his rear in case he was to jump back, then she would catch his head. "Your mine!"

*Ermine*

He sprung back on instinct, but not quite that much, seeing at the last second that she was doing. His back was caught and he gave a squeal of pain. Instantly, his sharp-fangs jaws were set into her muzzle.