Duck Lake :o :p :3

The claw marks catch the attention of Ilya soon after they did the male, and a slight weight is lifted from her. She knows now that this was not her doing, but she knows that she did not help. The black female looks to her companion, unsure of what to do now. Should they leave? Should they stay? The girl never was great at tracking, and wasn't sure how close the scent of the cat that attacked was. Surely it was the same one that was beginning to rule the valley, and this was not an act of survival; it was an act of hatred. 

Ilya stood, whimpering softer this time as fear replaced the guilt, and she looked to her companion. Would he leave? Surely the adrenaline of playing was gone. She let out a soft sigh, glancing around quietly. She was unsure what to do now, and unsure of what to do about the loner. Should she even bother? She glanced to it with a sad gaze, at least at ease with the fact that perhaps this was not her doing. She looked once again to the black male, standing speechless and concerned.