Lost In Time & In My Mind

She could smell the aroma of the prey that had been grazing in the meadows nearby. Her emerald orbs flickered with the intent on catching one of them. Her fur swayed along with the gentle wind that was blowing in the atmosphere, the smell of honeysuckle and flowers caused her nostrils to flare. Her ebony orbs perked forward when she heard the snort of the deer nearby, stamping their hooves as some of them appeared to be sparring each other for a female in the harem. A chuckle came over her as she wished she could have a lover someday, knowing that it would probably be a long time until that would be under way.

She waited in hiding for the prey to be distracted as her form waited downwind from the deer, not wanting them to pick up her scent. Some of the males were clashing their antlers together for a challenge. It appeared that they were fighting for a female. But, they were too busy sparring to know that their precious female was picked up by someone else, and the female just gave a snort ad stamped away with the other male beside her. Esperanza chuckled a little at the scene, but waited for a good chance. That was until she spotted an elderly deer grazing close by her. She had injuries all over her form, and her old age as well as the battle scars had made her weak and vulnerable.

The ebony brood walked over to the female quietly, hiding in the tall grass that surrounded the meadow. Before long, she was close to the female. But, the deer was too busy grazing on the lush greenery to notice the unexpected threat.

Esperanza had been alone for a while before joining her new pack, so she was skilled at healing, hunting, and finding shelter whenever she needed it. And she had mastered the art of hunting prey as well.

She made one sound with her paw as the female deer poked her head out in curiosity, but that was a wrong move. Esperanza leaped and snapped down onto the doe's throat, cutting off the air passage ways as the deer collapsed and began to slowly stop breathing. Her emerald orbs looked into the ebony ones that the doe possessed as a way of saying thank you to the prey, and soon, she had a meal. A satisfied and successful howl erupted from her vocals and she began to tear into the kill. The warm, crimson liquid ran down her throat as the ebony female's muzzle was now a more deeper black as she continued to eat her fill.