July 17, 2015, 03:41 PM
Golden paws carried Ki from a lake to a meadow. She was not contempt with her last kill. She wanted to eat something bigger. One tiny fish won't cut it. She trotted around the place, sniffing everything she came across. There was the scent of prey here and there, but it was stale. Something must've spooked them. Maybe there was a canine nearby. The lone mutts were always easy to take down. It was almost always the same: She comes. They run. She chases. She kills. Just like hunting down a rabbit. As for the grouped ones, she would be the one running. She didn't need to deal with attacks at every angle.
Her tongue flicked over her snout at all the thoughts of food. But that would have to wait. Her legs were tired and she needed a rest. Her large form slunk down in the grass and she started to groom herself. Her tongue swept over her back slowly and her ears listened out for trouble.