sink your teeth into this

Moving through the grasses and stalking her prey, Azoula was quite observant of her surroundings. Noting the height difference in each redbud tree, revealing the variation in age between each one. Some of the foliage seemed more mature than others- though, most of it was fairly fresh. And the scent of boar was heavy in the air, indicating the presence of a small passel in the area. She had also passed a pile of droppings, which were surrounded by hoofed prints in the dirt. Not much further now.

Coming around a bend, a new scent intertwined with the porcine- the pungent, wet-dog smell of a wolf. Azoula’s nose crinkled, whiskers twitching upon her cheeks. Perhaps, she would feast on dog and pig? The thought brought a wicked smirk to her lips. It may be more beneficial to use the wolf’s aid in the hunt. Altering her course, she sought him out- emerging from the grasses, sauntering forward with silent steps, graceful and predatorial. Her pupils constricted to slits, and she eyed the large, younger looking wolf. “Got a knack for hunting, boy?” Her voice was almost purr- sultry and smooth, which did little to cover the dangerous aura that surrounded her.

If this boy was up for a hunt, she would allow him to join her. And, if not… perhaps, she would change up her choice of prey.  

"Azoula Davati"