[Seasonal Event] Many Paws Make Light Work

More than a match- or so she thought, cocky, perhaps, in the faith that her intellect would lead her to overcome a natural-born prey animal. Every time Amalia thinks she has been successful the rabbit slips between her paws, vanishing back into brush and bough only to appear feet away. She is intelligent, but it is wily, and wise, its instinct a thing to be contended with, having kept it alive until now. But Amalia is a stubborn beast, and the faster the rabbit runs the faster she chases, determined to succeed in this, her first hunt. Snarling now, fueled by the support she can feel from Jigano, the frustrated leopard continues the chase, heedless of upcoming danger until it is too late. With powerful limbs she leaps over obstacles, not letting bushes or stones block her path: he may be swift, but she is strong, her body built to clamber over or power through. Eyes on her prize, mind dulled to all else but the focus of the hunt, Amalia pauses for only a moment when the fox's voice rings out in her mind, still too human to sense the trap that the clever leporids leads. a m a l i a You were young and you'd stare With a reverence unimpaired Searching in your dark eyes to find the stars already there