Tooth and Claw

Walking beneath the canopy of pines, the tigress’ lithe form moves gracefully between the shafts of sunlight, lingering in and out of the shadows of the Sparse Pines. Her massive paws move in a deliberate pattern, softly pressing against the pine-strewn ground, leaving no trace of her passing. Only the occasional rustle of leaves stirred by the gentle breeze breaks the silence of the forest, as she vaults herself over fallen obstacles with a fluidity that belies her strength.A predator in their natural habitat. She was walking near the borders, heading toward the eastern shore with a sense of purpose.

With the Spring season came an influx of prey in the forest- herbivores and predators alike entering their domain, including a herd of whitetail deer. Before leaving the Polar Sound, Azoula released a thunderous roar for the hunters of the pack. They would come together to kill the buck of the herd. She’d instructed them to meet her on the eastern shore of the forest, where she perched herself on top of a large boulder and was lying in wait. Somewhere near the heart of the forest was the deer herd, navigating the verdant meadows beneath the dapple shade of the pines. Completely unaware of the chaos on the horizon.

"Azoula Davati"