these violent delights have violent ends
As soon as Remi was gone from her body, the warchief crumpled into black fur and coiled muscles. In a breath she was gone, paws nearly-silent on the ground, ebony coat just another shadow in the night. She could smell and sense a much larger predator behind her, but didn't spare a second to turn and look. Instead, she used her momentum to swiftly climb a tree, massive claws easily gripping the bark.
Stretched low on a bough, the big cat lay waiting, silent, and ready.
Delah could see the glimmer of something in the dark, but she stayed her position. Probably she could have outrun Remi, for a time anyways. But by the time he found her, she'd have used her energy to flee and would have had less to fight with. Better to face this head on with her energy reserves full and her fury still bright in her veins.
Stretched low on a bough, the big cat lay waiting, silent, and ready.
Delah could see the glimmer of something in the dark, but she stayed her position. Probably she could have outrun Remi, for a time anyways. But by the time he found her, she'd have used her energy to flee and would have had less to fight with. Better to face this head on with her energy reserves full and her fury still bright in her veins.
