Silently, Fel stalked the hunting moors in search of a meal. Rabbits are typically more active during the early morning and evening. The sky would, in an hour, begin to lighten into a lifeless grey. Fel never took from the kill pile unless she was on a tight schedule, but she had to stick to catching unsuspecting, relaxed game in the open. In this instance, the early birds out for breakfast. Due to the sheer width of her snout, diving into their burrows and warrens was not efficient for her. The slight nick near the top of her head, essentially her only battle wound, mended quickly and was already became almost unnoticeable. For what did Teren demote her? She had no clue, but her undying allegiance had since swayed. One could not blame her for that. Raven ears flickering at any soft sound, she heard the paw steps of her youngest apprentice. For a moment, the Elite wondered if she would still wish to be trained by her. It seemed unlikely.
Fel stopped for a moment, concealed effectively in the shadows of large boulders and looking darkness from the neighboring trees, which danced under the lingering moonlight. Her gaze, almost as pale as the pearly sphere in the sky, rested upon her small form. The pup had clearly come with purpose, but was once again lost in her imagination. If her instruction was still deemed valuable, she would work to erase that infantile characteristic. Slowly, Fel padded up to Piper, coming from behind. In a rough, raspy growl she spoke once she was looming over her, “It’s a little late in the night to be dreaming, and a little too early to be exploring. I would advise you to get back to your den.” Though the words by themselves seemed pleasant and asking, her tone made it clear that it was a command. Staring down at the fae, her facial features curled into a slight snarl, but her eyes were still, and always, eerily calm. “What led your little paws out here anyway?”