Killer's instinct

Blackfoot

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Surrounded and outmatched on all fronts, the lion tried to retreat after going after her companion one last time. She let go of its tail, allowing it to slip forward and away. To answer his question, she simply nodded her head, gaze on the cougar's retreating back just to make sure it didn't get a sudden surge of bravery. "No point killing it." At least, that's what she thought. She didn't fancy eating the thing and it certainly wouldn't go down without a fight. Thus, they'd be risking more injuries for nothing.

With the adrenaline fading, she realized her haunch stung fiercely. The wound was superficial but it still hurt like a motherfucker. She hated cat claws.

She glanced over to look at her bleeding haunch and began to lick it to clean the wound. In between licks she would say to him, "You good?" He didn't look like he'd been injured but it was good to check just to be sure... not that she could do much about it. She was no healer.

"Dialogue"

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