Blackfeather Woods Sneaky little critter ain't ya?

Emèlie watched in the shadows as the man carried out his wishes. Seeing as the two had only met personally on one occasion, it wasn't with a heavy heart that Emma licked her chops patiently. She circled him via the treeline, her eruption of a rumble the only evidence that she was tracking her prey.
Once she'd managed her way to his side, Emma sprinted forward and lunged, aiming for whatever of the boy she could grab onto. Hopefully, her jaws would clamp down on Dakarai's shoulder or even a foreleg to slow down his escape.