Attack of Panic

Mæva winced as she worked her way through the estuary. The hoof she'd taken to the chest had left severe bruising and the young femme was forced to move a bit slower or deal with stabs of pain. Due to the injury she'd opted to stick closer to home. It was probably just as well, she told herself, though she was anxious to get back out to the prairie while the hunting was still good. Go figure she'd get hurt shortly after her first birthday.

Mæva crouched down in the cattails, watching the egrets lurch through the water. Oh, how she longed to snag one of those thin, white necks in her jaws. While she contemplated just going for it and seeing how her body held up she caught a familiar sounding whine. Her ears flicked up and she immediately peeked over the cat tails to see Astralagus. "Guuuuuuussss!" she shrieked as she bolted from the reeds. Pain fell to the back of her mind as she sought to tackle her brother, completely unaware that with the force she was putting into her charge she'd very likely knock him right into the muck.