Rune would hear the desperate plea of her meal, but ignored it as she kept moving, laughing to herself at how funny you sounded pleading to a predator. As she continued her hunt, she could taste the scent of the other person she saw, getting closer, so she knew she was heading in the right direction, licking her lips, she swallow the built up saliva in her mouth as she was still ravenously hungry. Readying her claws and herself, she would make herself ready for most things she would expect.