101 Vultures

The leopard would watch from a distance as the she-wolf battled with the scavangers. At the capture of one, Katheen had to hold back a gag herself. Disgusting was the only thing that came to mind when it came to vultures. Thanks to hunger, she had attcked and eaten a vulture when she was young. Worst thing she'd ever done.

The young wolf's physical shape had been taken nite of as she dropped the bird and examined the felled doe. A brow would raise as she wondered why the mutt would pause to dig in to such a prize when she looked so starved. Secinds would pass and the girl would plunge strate into the belly of the stolen prey.

With blue orbs locked on the dark wolf, the snow leopard would stretch her long body before stalking silently forward on large paws and short but strong legs. Had the she-wolf not been absorbed by her new meal, she would have easily picked the black and white feline out. She would stop mere feet from the wolf and dead doe, her tail flickig back and forth as it was held just inches off the ground. "Well, that was entertaining." she would tease