The Darkling
Local Witch
Freyja tore at her fresh kill, the taste spreading on her tongue as her stomach growled for more. The bones made crunching noises when she reached them and they made good to chew on when all the meat was gone. After her meal she lay on her stomach head on her paws, the bones of the rabbit laying close by. She was thankful for the animals life that it had lost to make sure she could keep living.