Isla
babe, there's something so lonesome about you
Not to worry, Asta - Isla absolutely has shifted, and she's already lying in wait.
Usually the ramphire herd know she's coming instinctively - such is the case when she uses them to hunt so often - but this time, with the introduction of a fyrhund, it's an entirely different vibe. As a result she's been able to hunker down in some longer grass on her belly, watching and waiting.
And by the time their prey comes careening right towards her, she's left a lovely pool of molten gold in her wake for a lucky passer by to come across.
For now, though, it's with a calculated leap that she collides with the ramphire, massive jaws fastening around its throat and clamping down hard as it goes down. She doesn't plan to make it suffer unnecessarily, holding it tight until it suffocates. Then, and only then, does she start to rip into it.
Usually the ramphire herd know she's coming instinctively - such is the case when she uses them to hunt so often - but this time, with the introduction of a fyrhund, it's an entirely different vibe. As a result she's been able to hunker down in some longer grass on her belly, watching and waiting.
And by the time their prey comes careening right towards her, she's left a lovely pool of molten gold in her wake for a lucky passer by to come across.
For now, though, it's with a calculated leap that she collides with the ramphire, massive jaws fastening around its throat and clamping down hard as it goes down. She doesn't plan to make it suffer unnecessarily, holding it tight until it suffocates. Then, and only then, does she start to rip into it.
something so wholesome about you
