Tooth and Claw

Despite the tigress’ warning, neither the adults, nor the pups, shied away from the challenge. They fell in unison with each other, the forest around them seeming to grow quieter, as if in anticipation of the hunt soon to unfold. Azoula is head to the group, leading them through a narrow, beaten path that is barely visible in the thick underbrush. The crisp air was heavy with the scent of dew-soaked foliage and musk, but within it, was the smell of their prey.

Approaching a clearing, Azoula catches the sight of subtle movement- a flicker of dark fur among the foliage, moving in unison, as the herd of deer sauntered through the meadow and grazed on the grasses. In the middle, is the large, powerful physique of their target- a male buck seasons old, boasting a set of regal antlers, creating an imposing, almost intimidating sight. But Azoula and her party are not detoured- especially with their Sultan watching - instead, they fall into motion, spreading out into a wide arc, coordinating their positions to cover all possible escape routes.

The pups banded together, and the tigress shoots them a gesture with her intense gaze, signaling their purpose. Cause the panic, chase the prize to the adults. Settling into the grasses, the huntress waits- her tail flicking with restless energy, every fiber tense with anticipation and excitement.

"Azoula Davati"