Cat's Out of the Bag

Ragna padded steadily ahead, her gaze low as she focused on the scents around her. There had to be some prey in this landscape somewhere. At this point she would be happy just for a rabbit. At her husband's suggestion to rest she flopped down next to him and immediately closed her eyes. They snapped open a minute later as she looked to her husband. There was no point in asking what that screeching roar was. Big cat. Skælingr took off and Ragna was quick to follow. She darted after her husband and as he let go of the cat's tail and leapt away Ragna dove in and snapped at the lion's right thigh, drawing blood but failing to get a hold on the slippery feline.