Dawnlark Plains Textbook narcissism? Agreed.

She had keen eyes it seemed, fixated on the brush even as the earth offered nothing to them. Stark made a little sound when she dropped down, swallowing back the question that was going to come from his mouth in favor of the prospects of the kill. Thought usually he prefered to be keyed in on the plan it was easy enough to adapt. Seeing her lunge for the kit and the kit counter, Stark rolled his shoulders back and launched himself directly on the unsuspecting cub. There was a flash of teeth and he let out a hiss, the tiny teeth snapping and catching his muzzle. Stark drug the kit, massive paw pinning the smaller body down before he moved in. He landed his kill with minimal injuries to the carcass, making it easier to divvy up once the pair had the chance. He lifted the kit by it's neck, carrying it a few paces away to a small clearing in the grasses.