Foliage was climbing through the trees. That dumb nicheling might come back. I need to end this, once and for all. She knew it was a hunt, but she didn't care. She could pick up his scent and she knew where he was going. She managed to get through the forest and onto some plains. That nicheling is going to die she thought. The ground was already turning to dirt and the cold seeped into her skin. She could see red fur up ahead. There was another nicheling. Foliage had a special trick of camo fur. Her pelt turned brown and white like snow.
(I might not, but @YourLocalStranger, can I kill you?)