be too sweet and you'll be a goner }} sojourn's capture

To her the cold of their boreal forest was a friend. A creature she could feel living and breathing through the pads of her paws. She inhaled and she felt that the snow and ice shifted just slightly. She could and would snuff out anything that threatened her home for this was her domain. She was the queen here, the master of this element that plagued this place year round. And truthfully she relished in that sort of control. That power. Her eyes flicked around the snow laden ground as she walked her way to the cave. She held with her jaws a limp body, one of a passing by domestic cat to be exact. A poor fellow who just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Congealed blood hung off the tattered and claw stricken corpse as she entered the cave. It took her a few strides more to make it to the prison of sharp icicles that marked where her little capture was held. "Surely you are hungry." She began after she placed the body on the ground.

Raising a paw she slowly lowered it and one of the icicles keeping the young feline incarcerated melted down into a puddle of water. "I brought you something to eat." The flesh of another cat, how morbid. But to her it was one of the most succulent meals she could have. Slowly her claws moved and dug into the corpse. Cutting the flesh and tearing off bits as blackened red blood oozes sluggishly out. Her eyes flicked up to the kid and she smirked slowly as she moved toward the other with a chunk of meat hanging from her paw. "Say ah." If he didn't then she guessed she would have to do things the hard way.