Jäger Natürlich

A pink nose quivered, scenting the air and the various flavors wafting about upon it. Rabbits, pheasants, deer, elk. There were predator scents scattered about as well, but those didn't matter to Taiga. The cat was hungry. She'd parted ways temporarily with the strange little herd that she'd promised not to eat. Couldn't let herbivores watch her murder and consume another herbivore, now could she? It was natural for a cat, but she'd given her word to them to keep them safe, and she imagined that this meant mentally as well as physically.

The massive feline padded through grassy landscape, her wide, snowshoe paws making her steps relatively quiet. As she moved she continued to scent the air. Round ears swiveled, catching the far off sounds of a herd. She was getting closer. Soon it would be time to choose a target and make her kill.

Coming to a small, clear stream, the grey and white lioness crouched at its edge to wet her tongue. She wouldn't drink too much as she had a chase ahead of her, but the day was too warm and the stream too inviting to not take at least a little sip.