Hunting the Hunter

With Resin on her tail, the girl rushed back towards the awaiting trap, her brother, and their kill. She couldn't help but wonder what he did with it. Aslatiel was developing this weird thing about food. She didn't like food from the storage cache. The girl was all about fresh kills. The fresher, the better. If it was still kicking while she was eating it... A little shiver ran through the striped fae.

Arriving back at the trap site, Asla's purple eyes widened. Azure was swinging from one of the snares. So much for the surprise... She was just about to cast a sheepish glance back towards Resin when the snarl of the cat sounded. Fear hit the girl hard in the stomach. There was nothing that she could do against a mountain lion. Because of their deception, she doubted that Resin would help them. She wouldn't if she had been on the receiving end of their pranks. The girl was frozen in place, eyes wide as she watched the cat approach her trapped sibling.