Failure of a hunt.

Hala was a light sleeper thankfully, the cooler night air brushed threw her slate chocolate coat almost like a lovers embrace. She loved the night the most. Rising up herself, the woman shook out just enough to rid of the dust, stretching and giving a small silent yawn. The scent of prey were starting to gather to graze in the evening air. It was much cooler, but still humid. Now would be the best time for them to hunt. The moon was slowly rising to its throne in the skies.

Her bodice still as brushing the rest of the slumber from her body and mind. It was a light but soundful sleep, a easy rest, something she had rarely ever had the pleasure of witnessing. A small smile was offered as well as a nod. Beginning her own tracking, her paws carefully placed infront of one another, making sure that she wouldn't rustle a rock or anything around. Or hell, move anything that would startle the prey they both had begun to track.

Hala Indigo