On A Mission

Nemesis smirked, she had gotten her message through. But when Ayana had taken off, expecting Nemesis to follow her, she had the feeling that Ayana would enjoy her running after her. No matter, I want food. Her mind seemed to speak out. 
Lifting her nose to the air, she latched onto the scent, surging up ahead to meet Ayana. She actually liked running beside another. It felt powerful, that whatever they were running to would shake in their skin at the sight of them. 
But she had the feeling that she and Ayana had more in common than she she knows, but it wasn't like she was prepared to have a sit down and tell her life story and Ayana the same. Everyone it seemed, in Blackfeather had their own past horrors. She was sure she wasn't the only one. 

Nemesis slowed her pace, the adrenaline still surging through her veins. The intruder was just up ahead. She went up ahead but not too far and waited for Ayana to follow her, even though she knew the female would be less enthusiastic to comply. Nemesis just wanted her food and the trespasser off her territory. The wind was on their side, and their scents did not carry on the wind. She glanced at Ayana who looked focused but calm. She had the right idea. Sloppiness could not be affordable right now. Not if she wanted to have any fun with the trespasser. Looking at Ayana she waited for a signal to advance, knowing fully that this was not her hunt but Ayana's. It had been her idea. And she would respect that, no matter how hard it was.