Once upon a midnight dreary

For a beast like Taiga, the chill of the north was no issue. It was the summer heat of the south that got to the big cat. Her thick, obsidian and snow pelt wasn't made for the tropics and so, she tended to stick to the northern territories of the continent. There was nothing tying her down to any particular place, so why not?

This day, the cave lioness had brought down a rather husky caribou while the light of day cast heavy shadows against the towering stones of the wash. Shadows that she clung to, using them as camouflage for her giant frame. Hunting was easy. It always had been. And soon lunch lay dead beside her. Rather than eat immediately, the hulking feline opted for a nap first, rolling onto her back and tucking giant, snowshoe paws to her chest like some tiny kitten without a care in the world. Nothing would dare bother something as large as she was. Most of the time, at least.

After her well deserved nap, the lioness woke, rolling back to her belly to stretch and release a lowing yawn. Raspberry eyes shifted to the chilled caribou and she moved towards it, ripping the haunch open with ease to feast. The smell of blood hung rich in the air, the gentle breeze taking the scent down the length of the wash as the cat enjoyed her meal.

"Taiga"