5/11/2026, 2:19 AM
Wolves.
Filthy, stinking creatures that rolled in shit and swarmed together like flies on a rotting carcass. She clicked her tongue, disappointed when the feathered meal flitted away and returned with yet another one of their nasty friends. Her nose wrinkled at the stench.
Two she could manage, perhaps, but three was a stretch. But if she could snag the bird on her way out... she was swift, after all, far quicker than a wolf and twice as deadly. The only caveat was she had to make sure her aim was precise.
The cat prowled noiselessly through the underbrush, eyes locked onto her target. Her tongue swiped across her lips.
Just so -
- perfect.
She pounced, a motion so explosive and sudden it barely registered in their peripheral. She tried to grab the bird, and whether successful or not, she would immediately turn heel and move to dash back into the trees.