[Seasonal Event] Many Paws Make Light Work

It is a rabbit, small and near-silent, all long ears and slight nose and paws and the scent of prey. Remarkably large, it makes an impressive target for the leopard's first hunt. Some might call it overly ambitious to take on such a mutated beast, but Amalia the feline does not stop to consider this. Each inch of her body is coiled and tight, hungry and eager, coiled and aloof. She lies in wait, the cautious creature preparing for an opportune moment- That is, until Isuma lets out a reep. Amalia springs when the rabbit moves, but it is a moment too late, and her great paws light on nothing but soft grass. Snarling her displeasure at missing her mark, the baker-turned-hunter quickly pursues, her muscular body following the rabbit's inconsistent pattern with her own straight line. She may be an animal, but she is still human at soul, intelligent and perceptive, more than a match for an errant hare. 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