sink your teeth into this

As he spoke, Azoula’s ears flicked on top of her skull, lips quivering, whiskers twitching, claws wanting to unsheathed out of pure, predatory lust for a kill. He claimed to be advanced for his age, but didn’t know what a boar was? She couldn’t help but laugh, as that wicked smirk of hers kept dancing across her features. He even dared to offer the queen of the jungle, the majority of the carcass if she could spare him one of the legs. Cocky little boy. “Perhaps, I’ll spare you a single leg,” She said as she snaked forward, the movement in her shoulders heavy and exaggerated- characteristic of a jungle cat. “If you prove to be useful.” Words meant nothing to the feline- she wanted to see this boy in action, if he claimed to be… advanced for his age.

Moving past him, she resumed her tracking, assuming he would fall in place beside her. Still surveying their surroundings, admiring the beauty of the pink forest. “Once we find the passel, you’ll separate one of the younger boar from the group.” Boar is what they were called. Hopefully, he will remember it for future reference. “And I’ll do the rest.” A single task, yet it was a dangerous one. Putting himself on the front lines, engaging a group of large pigs with tusks and nasty attitudes. Was he up for the challenge?

Coming around a bend, Azoula suddenly stopped. The slits of her pupils grew wide as saucers, as her body lowered closer to the ground. Ahead of them, just beyond a patch of foliage, she could hear the grunts and snorts of their quarry. Shifting her gaze to the boy, she stared at him expectantly- waiting for him to complete the task she’d assigned.  

"Azoula Davati"