Sunbeam Lair We all gaze at the stars

Next round begins on March 13th. Extended to March 15th.

The thrill of the hunt excited her, even if she was far from being a killer. It was instincts, pure and simple, and the basis of their survival. If not for the hunt, there would be no kill. If not for the kill, they'd have no sustenance. So was how the world went, various life cycles tying into one another. Someday it would be them who would feed the deer, but presently, it was the deer that would feed them. Asterr moved with reason, each step taking a chunk from the distance that kept them away from the stag. She'd not stopped since her orders had been issued, not until their prey was within her line of sight. It was then that she'd given a flick of her tail, signalling to the others to loop around to various sides of the deer, leaving Noctura to do his work.

There was a part of the yearling that yearned for the killing strike to be hers, and yet she'd kept herself from taking it. Small game she could trap and kill without worry, but when it came to any type of cervine... the differences in mass was off-putting. To her, it would always be far more logical to send in someone capable, rather than place herself in the same situation for the sole purpose of obtaining the glory. Thus, she was able to hold herself back with ease, crouching down and stalking through the coverage provided by the forest's floor. She would wait and she would watch, either for the end of the creature's life or for actions in need of being taken.