The woman sighed gingerly, as the man seemed unpleased by her loudness she meant no harm but well that slide down the drain. She lowered her cranial in a sorry, before looking at the fenced in prey. Was these what they were gathering for? Well it was her turn to help, she trotted softly around the fence line her paws making no sudden nosies. She stalked slowly around the fence, before she found a younger male elk one who hadn't developed his horns yet. Only soft fuzzy stubs, that woukd be a easy meal. She then gave a low growl, only a few elk shuddered and took cautious steps away.
She then worked her way under the fence, the barbes tearing at her dence pelt. She pulled out unharmed, yet some of her grey fur had gotten caught on the fence. She then turned sharply at the adolescent bull elk, her auds pinned protectivly to her crown. Chin tucked, hackles raised along her dorsal stripes. And limbs spreading halfway apart, and wheight then settled evenly, upon them all. Knees bended to lower her center of, gravity as she got ready to pounce. She then narrowed her eyes, grey stained brows settling downward om her white mask. As she then aligned her cranial and tail to her, complex spine.
She then without a final warning lashed forth, her back forelimbs brushing the ground a final time before streching outwards. Her paws curving neatly, as she pushed herself at the bulls back. The young bull let out a cry, as she landed most steadied atop his back. She almost yelped as the bull, kicked. She then curved her tail in the thick fur of the bulls pelt, she lowered herself she was in for a ride. She then bite at the bulls spine, as it reared once more.
