NOAH
As the lynx brings end to two smaller gourds, glacier eyes watch as the woman shifts as easily as he did. Feline ears flicked toward her, the interest clear and plain on his unguarded features. I didn't know that was your shift. He nearly purred out across the bond, impressed with the sleek, opulent body she now gorged the gourds with. There was something inside of him that settled as he looked upon her now. A knowing, an understanding. Another hunter standing before him in the skin that they so often hunted to feed their own bellies and the bellies of their families. She was just like him.
Nodding his head, and shaking himself from his own mind, the lynx lurched forward again and followed the luxere. As she punted gourds his way he pounced on them -- easily crushing small ones beneath his weight while having to claw at larger ones that she sent his way.
Life isn't always what you think it'd be
Turn your head for one second and the tables turn
Turn your head for one second and the tables turn
