Oh My Gaur!

My, were these wolves on edge; their bodies growing tense, pelt’s bristling out of reflex, as they readied themselves to become her prey. But Azoula had no intention of hunting the wolves; why would she, when she could use them as pawns? Still, she was flattered by their sense of alarm; a low trill sounding in her throat, as she watched the male wolf take the lead of their impromptu hunting team.

Of course, she’s assigned the role of lead ambusher; she was the best equipped after all, given she had larger teeth and claws, and feline agility. Nodding her head in agreement, she wastes no time gravitating to the underbrush, sinking into a slow, stalking position until she vanishes from sight. Moving to the far side of the gaur, she takes her position and lays in wait.  

"Azoula Davati"