these ones don't have stripes

Not as well versed in hunting with felines as many wolves, Celeste was beginning to enjoy hunting with the cat. She could sense the consideration in the spotted feline as they watched the herd from the shadows. Creeping along behind Birna with careful steps to stay quiet, she too could soon smell the scent of pus. Lingering on the edge of the herd, she watched the injured male. It almost appeared as if the herd was trying to outcast the wounded. Ultimately, it would make it easier on them. Taking her time to follow Birna through the grass as silently as possible, she waited a moment after the feline pounced out into the opening.

Hooves went flying as loud braying shattered the calm. The rest of the herd quickly scattered and she knew it was her time to go help. Watching out for the kicking of hooves going in every direction, she took a side approach toward the burro's shoulder. With it distracted by Birna's sharp claws and teeth in its bum, she took her opening. Avoiding the chaos of a leg or too, Celeste launched her own petite body at the burro and latched on to its shoulder. Blood filled her mouth as she too hung on for dear life. Reaching up to dig her own not as sharp claws into the burro's shoulder, she released her teeth to try and shimmy up to the burro's neck and latch on. Shaking her own body with its movements, she began to feel it start to tire and slow down as the blood loss welled around them.

Celeste Akizora