Thankfully, he managed to follow her lead. She had been worrying he wouldn't, and even still, she was willing to improvise; anything to taste the deer's flesh in her mouth. Occasionally she sent sideward glances to the male, watching him keep his paws low across the grass, taking each step with silent stealth. Luckily he could blend in with the surroundings. She couldn't. The green upon her pelt was a similar shade to the grass, but she couldn't solely rely on that to get her by. She had to be even more silent than the male. She kept her body low, tail still and ensured her paws only had one point of contact. Crimson eyes were locked on the young deer, which appeared oblivious to the imminent dangers lurking from behind.
Then he striked. The deer, frightened, scrambled in her direction, eyes still on the male. She picked up her pace, closing the distance between her and the animal in a few long strides. She imagined herself taking on feline characteristics; swift and light upon her paws. When the deer decided to look her way, almost stumbling on its lanky legs, she leapt onto it, securing her forelegs around its neck and bringing it to the ground. Writhing in her grip, the deer went limp as she fastened her jaws around its neck, hearing a satisfying crunch.
