AMALIA
From her vantage point Amalia watches the cat stalk her prey, her slow and steady movements met with a pulse of approval. Low and quiet, she agrees, Until it's in pouncing distance. A different distance for each feline, to be sure.But Amalia is growing bored of watching, her own predatory and playful instincts itching to push her into movement. She's been cooped up for so long, and she didn't come here just to watch someone else move. Time for Lily to meet a real challenge.
Don't forget- being the hunter doesn't mean you're not prey! It's the only warning the woman will receive before the owl dives, a bullet of cream crashing down from the sky. She's smaller than the cat, not a real threat, and she doesn't intend to grab her or anything (couldn't, even if she wanted to), but if Lily doesn't move she may feel talons scraping featherlight across her spine, and hear an avian laugh.
You are flesh and blood
And you deserve to be loved
and you deserve what you are given
And oh, how much
And you deserve to be loved
and you deserve what you are given
And oh, how much
