Picking Fights

Silently, the big wolf moved across the plain. Quiet and slow, her quarry in sight. She had been stalking the buck for some time and was waiting for the opportunity to kill it with the least amount of effort. Warring with other bucks had left it injured and bleeding, but with all of its legs still working, she needed to outmaneuver it before she could spring her attack.

Creeping ahead of the buck was a slow, arduous process, but she had done it. As it grazed, it gradually moved in her direction. The moment was almost upon her and her muscles bunched in preparation. One step. Another. She could see the small hairs on the bucks chin. It was time. Springing from her place, the buck startled and started to run. Without solid footing though, the massive canine was on it in an instant. Teeth bit into its throat and, though it kicked and thrashed, its life ended quickly.

Ah, but Resin wasn't the only hunter about. Ever the opportunists, a lion decided that the meal should be hers instead. The big cat dove out of the long grass with a growl and Resin, acting instinctively,  leaped away from her meal. The one-eyed fae snarled and bristled, stalking forward once more. This kill was hers and she would have it. The cat attempted to grab the deer and drag it off, but the maned fae sunk her teeth into the feline's haunch, blood welling into her mouth. The cat squealed and spun, lashing out with its wicked claws. Now it was angry. Meal forgotten, it was intent on a fight. Very well... she was ready.

Coding|Alice. Art|Resin.