Maea
And I only needed one more touch
Another taste of devouring rush
Another taste of devouring rush
Without words to convey her feeling of inadequacy or indeed any patronizing remarks from her young companion, it was easier to accept the youngster's kind hints. Swallowing pride was easier when she didn't have to admit to her ignorance; and next time she did this Maea would surely have improved her tracking skills.
Fortunately, their efforts were rewarded soon enough. Perhaps she might have issued some compunction about hunting horses if something else was available. But hunger didn't care about the source of meat, and perhaps for the first time she actually welcomed the simmering bloodlust and its equalizing of prey. Blood was blood; when leaning into that, she didn't feel quite so bad for the beautiful animals.
Separating from Edmund, the white-pelted tigress crouched low towards the ground and began to stalk closer to the horses. Wanting to separate one of the adult animals from the herd, she paused when one of them caught the scent of hot metal on the wind. A swerving ear turned her way, then off; the horse lowered its head to graze, and she approached once more. It was a dance, a game, a deadly dare; and ut erupted in beautiful chaos when the molten tiger launched herself into a sprint, scattering the flighty animals with her assault.
It was up to Edmund to do the next move.
Fortunately, their efforts were rewarded soon enough. Perhaps she might have issued some compunction about hunting horses if something else was available. But hunger didn't care about the source of meat, and perhaps for the first time she actually welcomed the simmering bloodlust and its equalizing of prey. Blood was blood; when leaning into that, she didn't feel quite so bad for the beautiful animals.
Separating from Edmund, the white-pelted tigress crouched low towards the ground and began to stalk closer to the horses. Wanting to separate one of the adult animals from the herd, she paused when one of them caught the scent of hot metal on the wind. A swerving ear turned her way, then off; the horse lowered its head to graze, and she approached once more. It was a dance, a game, a deadly dare; and ut erupted in beautiful chaos when the molten tiger launched herself into a sprint, scattering the flighty animals with her assault.
It was up to Edmund to do the next move.
But the room was so quiet
Whose side am I on?
Whose side am I on?
