Isla
babe, there's something so lonesome about you
Whiskers twitching, a puzzled chuff of air leaves the tigress, Isla torn between her own instincts and what she knows as a doctor in her more rational mind. Eventually, offering another affectionate nudge and a loud snuffle against Maea's ear, the Remedy lets her companion take the time to come to terms with the hunt - or not - and refocuses on the stag. Perhaps if not the kill, Maea can at least partake in the reward.
Disappearing into the sun-dappled undergrowth, Isla moves quickly and silently. Even so, it feels as though hours seem to pass before she makes her move, and when she does it's with a thrashing of grass and a panicked, cut-off bleat of sound that she takes down the deer. Should Maea come to investigate, it will be to see the tigress, red muzzled and content, tearing at the creature's flank.
Disappearing into the sun-dappled undergrowth, Isla moves quickly and silently. Even so, it feels as though hours seem to pass before she makes her move, and when she does it's with a thrashing of grass and a panicked, cut-off bleat of sound that she takes down the deer. Should Maea come to investigate, it will be to see the tigress, red muzzled and content, tearing at the creature's flank.
something so wholesome about you
