Kintla Flatlands Plates and Saucers

PP of Pallas is 100% acceptable - this may be my last spree post tonight (sorry!) but I have tomorrow off :D

Pallas had waited within the folds of the fronds, all but her fur still as she watched the doe for any sign of weakness. Momentarily she had scanned the spot where she had last seen Shrike, and he was there no longer. Her ears and eyes strained as she listened, and it was then the ropy male shot forth from the tall grass, wild noise and all -- in some ways his fleet progress sharp like the falcon's dive. Not a moment too soon too, for the wind had just shifted in the doe's favor. With a surge of power Pallas lumbered forth, her eyes trained on the doe as her slender neck shot upright and alarm and her lithe limbs dallied; with a patter she bolted one way and then the next, noticing too late the pale dervish that was Pallas. This caused the doe to falter, her slender legs criss-crossing in a panicked pirouette as she tried to right herself by turning away from Pallas. This loss of time, momentum, and speed was all Pallas needed: with two hefty strides she had closed the gap and threw herself at the doe, her teeth rallying around the doe's angled hocks. All of this was done with a mindless intensity, and she hoped Shrike would be there shortly to help fell the doe before she shook free completely. Even if the doe got away, she was wounded and between the two of them they were more than capable of eventually running her into exhaustion.