Nafara had been mindlessly wandering about, her pelt being ruffled in brief breezes that blew past. Her nose caught the enticing smell of rabbit. Nafara quickened her pace, and once close enough, crouched down to peer through the thick blanket of fog that had developed a small while ago. Catching sight of the plump rabbit, Nafara sprang forward with her jaws open until they shut tightly around the warm body of the rabbit. The fae gave a slight grin, then dropped her freshly caught prey onto the ground below her nose.
Nafara ripped small bits of flesh from the rabbits body, swallowing them down hungrily. The faint scent of a wolf wafted into Nafara's nose, and she quickly picked herself up from the ground, her fur seeming to shiver. Nafara crept close to the trees, the scent of the stranger fae growing stronger. Eventually, the small crunch of grass could be heard not too far away, and Nafara cautiously crept closer, keeping her distance from the shadowy figure in the thin fog ahead.