[Seasonal Event] Many Paws Make Light Work

Unheeding of the scene unfolding behind her, Amalia continues her pursuit of the hare, bounding after it with the tireless stamina of a creature bred to hunt. It is not until she catches it that she stops, her large paws at last swiping across its back and sending it sprawling into the brush. Immediately the leopardess springs, landing squarely upon her prey, a snarl of victory ripping from her throat as she regards the frightened, furious hare. And then, just as quickly, she lets it go. Shaken, the mutated rabbit regards her for a moment before quickly zipping away. Amalia watches with a contented smirk, turning back to where Jigano waits. Huntress she may be, but killing is too much. She is not an animal, after all. Now, at last, she catches wind of the trouble she has led her friend into. Tired from her chase, Amalia nevertheless picks up a loping run, her ears back and fur raised as she rushes to the raven's rescue. Jigano! she calls instinctively, fear and worry a blinding flash across her mind. Like a phantom she materializes before the other beast, hackles raised, teeth and claws bared, a snarl on her lips. In this moment she is truly a predator, a member of a pack protecting her kin. Larger, stronger, angrier than the wolverine, she is a sight to behold - and between her and the onslaught of the flock of birds, the creature hesitates in its approach, seemingly unsure about whether it is worth it to proceed. 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