The Lightning Strike

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Tonravik was soon joined by those she called for. The alpha female looked to the white woman, though did not move to nip her or seek to play. She took the nudge but watched the others features, wondering what the other made of it. The winds were loud enough to enable her own mate to take her by surprise. She whipped her head toward him and bore her fangs, but was quick to shake the anxiousness from her own features and to apologetically swipe her tongue across her face.

But she watched his features immediately thereafter, too.

Between the trio, there was that same energy that lurked. That same inherent understanding. And so, Tonravik was the one to voice it. "We must move on from here." The prey leaving was hint enough. There was nothing for them here beyond the prey; the land was virtually useless to her without any nearby herds. And even in the trees below, there was nothing to be seen. No movement at all.