Out. Jael needs to be out, just for a little bit. She needs to not catch the tumbleweeds of feathers in the corner of her gaze, a reminder of how short she'd fallen. Of how it had been for nothing. A hard lump in her throat, but she'd done enough fucking moping. Trying to overshadow a bad mood with work and work alone-- would she be Jael if she didn't?
Work. Putting herself to work, finding a job. Jael's attention had turned from chickens to rabbits, not having the heart to deal with birds again for the time being. Right. Well, better go out there and trap herself some test subjects right?
Checking the previous day's traps was a good excuse to get out. Away, for now. It's as her gaze fixes on a trap that's filled with a large, live hare, Jael is caught off guard. While she was prepared for a ground predator, she's not expecting one from the air.
Three Harris's Hawks, initially intent on the sitting rabbit on the trap, descend upon the wolfdog instead. Talons at her shoulder, the scruff of her neck. A snarl ripping free from her chest as Jael lashes out-- we're all out of flight. Only fight today.
As her keepers, Gilgamesh and Modesty may join any of Jael’s threads if they deem necessary.
Professor
