Isla
babe, there's something so lonesome about you
Lost for a time in tracking the deer, only when Isla spots it in the distance (and she's practically flat in the long grass at that point) does she realise she's almost lost her hunting partner. Ears swivelling as her head turns, she spots Maea having dropped back and forces herself to abandon the hunt momentarily to check on her.
Creeping back through the undergrowth, now it's Isla's turn to offer an affectionate headbutt, silently offering reassurance and simultaneously asking what the problem is. For now, at least, their prey is obliviously munching on fresh grass; a stag, it seems content to rove the plains alone. More fool it, given enough time and two hungry tigers.
Creeping back through the undergrowth, now it's Isla's turn to offer an affectionate headbutt, silently offering reassurance and simultaneously asking what the problem is. For now, at least, their prey is obliviously munching on fresh grass; a stag, it seems content to rove the plains alone. More fool it, given enough time and two hungry tigers.
something so wholesome about you
