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From the meadows she had come, driven by the unsatisfied urge to explore. The curiosity had gotten the better of her again. What might have happened in the last year? What had gone and what had come while she was away somewhere. Somewhere no one would know.
With soft steps, she moved slowly across the ground. Her slim body almost slithering forward with the long tail dragging after over the leaves and twigs on the ground. The prey was ahead. All alone, unmoving and unaware of its stalker. It just laid there on the ground and the wolf sneaked carefully closer. The wind was in her favour; blowing softly in her face and took her scent away from the prey. Her lips curled slightly in a grin as she came to a halt in the longer grass growing up between some large rocks. She moved her hind legs in under herself, eyes fixed on the prey ahead and then she pounced.
The small rodent did not stand a chance as the wolf's jaws closed around it. It barely had any time to shriek before the teeth ended its life and the dark little body was swallowed. Arathea licked her lips and shook dirt and leaves away from her fur. Satisfied, she took a good look around finally and noticed the large stone structure just ahead of her. She titled her head to the side and then sniffed, frowned and turned her ears back. The scent of horse was strong and it was something off about it too. She looked back over her shoulder as if considering just turning to leave, but the curiosity takes over once again.
She moved up to the stone and got up on his hind legs briefly to look up the pillars, then she fell back down on all four. The colourful light from the glass ceiling caught her attention first as she walked towards the middle, only to stop suddenly as the smell reminds her of why she entered in the first place. She turned her gaze towards the horse further ahead and her ears moved back in an uncertain manner. "Horse seem to have seen better days...", she called out softly and kept the safe distance in case the equine would get startled and attack upon the sight of carnivore.
With soft steps, she moved slowly across the ground. Her slim body almost slithering forward with the long tail dragging after over the leaves and twigs on the ground. The prey was ahead. All alone, unmoving and unaware of its stalker. It just laid there on the ground and the wolf sneaked carefully closer. The wind was in her favour; blowing softly in her face and took her scent away from the prey. Her lips curled slightly in a grin as she came to a halt in the longer grass growing up between some large rocks. She moved her hind legs in under herself, eyes fixed on the prey ahead and then she pounced.
The small rodent did not stand a chance as the wolf's jaws closed around it. It barely had any time to shriek before the teeth ended its life and the dark little body was swallowed. Arathea licked her lips and shook dirt and leaves away from her fur. Satisfied, she took a good look around finally and noticed the large stone structure just ahead of her. She titled her head to the side and then sniffed, frowned and turned her ears back. The scent of horse was strong and it was something off about it too. She looked back over her shoulder as if considering just turning to leave, but the curiosity takes over once again.
She moved up to the stone and got up on his hind legs briefly to look up the pillars, then she fell back down on all four. The colourful light from the glass ceiling caught her attention first as she walked towards the middle, only to stop suddenly as the smell reminds her of why she entered in the first place. She turned her gaze towards the horse further ahead and her ears moved back in an uncertain manner. "Horse seem to have seen better days...", she called out softly and kept the safe distance in case the equine would get startled and attack upon the sight of carnivore.
