dont know where the lights are taking us
but something in the night is dangerous
but something in the night is dangerous
Good, he’s there. The panther probably can’t see the ferocious, calculating look on her face as fangs bare themselves to the wind as the two of them converge on the target. As she draws closer, Wessex realizes she isn’t really equipped to make the tackle on their prey - that should go to the one with paws, the one who can trip a runner up far more easily than she can. The bull bellows, wasting precious breath to announce his distress as he’s effectively cut off from the herd. Now all they have to do is catch it and kill it.
Though there’s no way for the Wraith to talk to Jata, or vice versa, he seems to know what needs to be done - whether through animal instinct or experience. She keeps trying to angle the bull in his direction, staying on its back right side, and eventually they’re close enough (which is good, because she can feel her speed starting to disappear) and Jata leaps, successfully tripping the Luxere. It stumbles, and Wessex is on it (she assumes her partner is as well), unsheathing her talons for a killing stab at its neck, hoping to sever the spine or otherwise mangle vital anatomy.
Though there’s no way for the Wraith to talk to Jata, or vice versa, he seems to know what needs to be done - whether through animal instinct or experience. She keeps trying to angle the bull in his direction, staying on its back right side, and eventually they’re close enough (which is good, because she can feel her speed starting to disappear) and Jata leaps, successfully tripping the Luxere. It stumbles, and Wessex is on it (she assumes her partner is as well), unsheathing her talons for a killing stab at its neck, hoping to sever the spine or otherwise mangle vital anatomy.
