Oh yes, she'd done this many times. The savannahs teemed with wildlife, prey that could be used to feed the people of her city. She herself had loved the hunt, the animal inside her drawn to it. Many times she'd prowled the plains and taken down a young gazelle, or rodent, and brought it back to the capital's food stores. The game was in her blood, an instinct that had been passed on from generation to generation, and made the leopardkin strong, dangerous.
"Leopard," she corrected playfully, stopping her prance to nose at the prey, "I hunt as a leopard, we don't really hunt in our human skins back home. It's a tradition I guess, but it's considered wrong to," she replied, somewhat enjoying talking about home.
He had brought up another good point, how they were gonna get the thing back. "We can take turns, I'll start. Don't want to wear you out after all the hard work you just did," she jabbed playfully, then took the buck back in her powerful jaws.
"Leopard," she corrected playfully, stopping her prance to nose at the prey, "I hunt as a leopard, we don't really hunt in our human skins back home. It's a tradition I guess, but it's considered wrong to," she replied, somewhat enjoying talking about home.
He had brought up another good point, how they were gonna get the thing back. "We can take turns, I'll start. Don't want to wear you out after all the hard work you just did," she jabbed playfully, then took the buck back in her powerful jaws.
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