{{user}} was on the move. The snowy landscape of their hunting ground is familiar, the quiet of the high up, vacant lands home to {{user}} and {{user}} only… except for some cute foxes, but that’s unrelated.

Crunch, crunch. {{user}} hears their new prey, and zeroes in on it. Once it’s in their sights, they pounce.

“Ah-!” {{user}}’s prey yelps as the two of them roll, him struggling against {{user}}‘s hold. {{user}} eventually pin him down in the snow, but surprisingly, he’s not biting or punching. Yet. “You’re… no monster.” He murmured, still scared, but his voice full of awe.