What a lovely place.
08-14-2013, 12:26 PM
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The cat's aim was perfect - years of having to hunt goats and bighorn sheep upon the mountainsides had taught her - if you didn't get your prey in on the first bounce, you were likely to have the most wild, nightmarish chase of your life. She lived for those though. In fact she'd rather missed her normal prey since coming to the south. She was going to get fat on these wild pig and rabbit if she wasn't careful. Wolf was something a little more challenging, well, occasionally.
Today though, Silverback got exactly what she wanted, a bite into the scruff and shoulder - though she would've preferred something closer to the back of the head - and a perfect pin. She dropped half onto her side, half onto her belly, so she could take full advantage of her the powerful cords of mountain climbing muscle which encircled her limbs, growling and hissing in violent pleasure as she did.
The mutt turned to try to make a snap at her face, but Silverback merely sought to dig her claws in deeper - up until then she had been careful not to damage the dingo too badly, but if it dare to mar her face, then all the games would be over. After all, it only took one swipe of one paw to shred the flea-bag's belly down the center and then leave it slowly bleed out. Wounds like that were more typical of wolfkills than leopard kills, but Silverback could be creative. She'd seen what it had done to a young elk once that had managed to outrun it's pack of hunters, only to die two agonizing days later. It probably would've been forced to hang on another day had Silverback not come and killed it with a bite to the spine.
That was another one of her talents. Silverback, dodged the snapping teeth, but refused to let go of her deathgrip on the girl's scruff, meaning that she was probably yanked pretty hard. A dangerous, pulsing growl delivered words clear enough to be just heard through the mouth of flesh and fur. "One bite and you're paralyzed, dog; I suggest you stop struggling for a moment."