Keirra followed the blood trail with steps lighter than the breeze washing over her face. She had injured a doe, shattering it's left front shoulder. Knowing it couldn't have gotten far she began her persuit. As she neared the animal, hearing it thrash in the under brush something of overwhelming dread caught in the huntress's stomach. 

Taking shelter below a fallen treed that was leaning at a tight angle against another she sat with her sights ready with the Doe in sight. Through the green on the trees the stark white stood against the background as something foreign, unnatural. The beast moved slow and deliberate like the stock of a predator. What was it that would have that white of a coat this early in the year? Steadying her breath and staying down wind Keirra let her sights follow the unknown intruder of her forest until the divulged themselves.