She was staring at the crowds of people, merrily walking along with their shopping bags in hands -- probably busy with their mundane needs over a little silly celebration called Christmas. Her nose sniffing delicious scents of the passerby, each and every one of them carrying varying scents and smell. Serena merely sighed to herself, feeling herself weakened from the lack of ‘food’ she’d been getting lately. “I should really start hunting again. I feel weak and pathetic” The kelpie complained as silently to herself, stretching her arms up her head only then. Her eyes focused on a small figure. That boy looked very alluring for her — maybe he should get him first — perhaps sucks for her that he’s with his mother; or probably guardian. And a frown making its way onto her beautiful complexion, and yet another restless sigh. Hunting was difficult in the modern eras compared to back years and years ago. Children were more spoiled, and they're not easily terrified with the myth of the great welsh creatures such as herself.
Maybe she should start telling these tales again. Maybe this would scare the children and hence the thrilling for her
