A sigh of relief passed her lips as she brushed against a rough tree trunk to loosen some of her shedding coat. Being in heat was stressing her, making her flighty, and the open spaces she had to cross to get here had her even more on edge. It was hard to tell if the fur loss was entirely seasonal shed or if it was stress shed. A ghost of familiar scents, so like her own crossed her nose and her ears flicked forwards with interest as she stalked forward. The abandoned den hadn't been used for weeks, but traces of her sister still remained, and the passing scent of her brother. Could they be so close?
The earthy sounds of the woods were natural to her, so she almost didn't notice the rustle of leaves or the telltale crack of a branch under absent-minded foot. She may be small but when she wasn't trembling in fear of open spaces, she was as fierce as her siblings. Ignoring the passer by may be the best course of action for now, as the lady was hungry, her small form belying her true experience.
Often mistaken for a yearling, nobody expected her to be so proficient, fast or dexterous... so when a nesting quail broke cover and she launched, it would be expected she may miss, but powerful jaws closed on delicate frame, crushing the life from the colourful bird. She would not go hungry tonight.</blockquote>
(This post was last modified: Mar 18, 2012, 12:26 PM by Aniu.)