As swift and dainty paws traveled upon the earth, her gaze remained unwavering. She was hot on the trail, inch by inch, getting closer to her destination. Her white silvery and dirty gray pelt made her look as if she were a silver bullet, a streak of light trapped in a wolfs form. She had purpose. Her mind was focused on one thing, and one thing only. Finding herself a snack. Food, a drive that drove every single creature on the planet, no matter what the side, brain power, or specie. It would cause one to go mad without food, or drive one over the edge of bliss with a good hearty meal.

So, along an unknown trail she walked, nose to the ground, tail held steady, in line with her back, feet falling in an unheard rhythm to the beat of the worlds own secret music. A tune that twisted it's way from the depths of hell, to the eons stretching through the sky. And just like that, as if at a drop of a needle, she stopped.

Her sea-green eyes narrowed at the invisible trail left behind by some poor little creature. She smirked, licking her maw. It was a rabbit, to be sure, and a very fresh track, indeed. "Mmm..." She muttered, coming from her throat. It was quiet, enough to make sure no one but herself heard it. She moved her head, following the scent, seeing what way it was stronger before moving on to find her next, hopeful, snack.

Her body stepped with ease through the meadow, finally spotting what she'd been after for so long this morning. Fresh meat. Num. She licked her maw again, this time in apprehension, impatient to taste the fresh blood of her most recent prey upon her soft lips. This, was her specialty. Sneaking and pouncing, a trait learned by her days living alone. Something she loathed, being alone. As she watched the rabbit, she thought of herself. The rabbit, helpless, a lump of brown fur cast against an unforgiving world. Herself, a higher creature, with more brain power then probably two of the little fur balls combined.

It was oblivious to the looming shadow of the silver female, the impending death. This made Slade smile, a true smile of enjoyment. She squared herself in line with said rabbit, and got ready, leaning her weight down into the ground, a sudden spring, a movement forward, it was all perfect. The little beast froze as her shadow crossed it's line of sight. She grabbed it, mercilessly in her jaws, clamping down and squeezing the life out of it. A quick death, for such a poor thing.