Arialla hadn't even seen the panther when making her dive -- the other predator's camouflage worked well, far better than the poor deer's. Now, confronted over her kill, Arialla turned and mantled her wings to make herself look larger, screeching in fury. She couldn't battle a panther on the ground, she knew -- if the cat tried to strike, she'd have to get back in the air. But that didn't mean she intended to flee over just a hard look and some growling, either.
This is my kill, she projected. The idea of the panther being another Attuned hadn't actually occurred to her; she'd just gotten into the habit of speaking at other animals this way, even though she'd realized they didn't understand her. Get your own!
This is my kill, she projected. The idea of the panther being another Attuned hadn't actually occurred to her; she'd just gotten into the habit of speaking at other animals this way, even though she'd realized they didn't understand her. Get your own!
Arialla
Freedom. Flight. Grace. Keen-sight.
"Golden Eagle - Mongolia" by carfull...from Wyoming is licensed with CC BY-NC-ND 2.0.
