Wapun Meadow An owl in the closet

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Ambush was on their side. Surprise caught the herd off guard as the two of them struck, Simatra's lips peeled back in a snarl as she and her companion rounded on their heels with a volley of vicious snaps, bodies working in cohesive union as they drove the lame doe away from the protection of her band. She stole a glance at Israel, their aim clear as they bore down on the slowing beast. Yet the pair had underestimated the capability of the herds' remainder, and the golden Kali whipped around as a furious bellow sounded and the stag was upon them.

Seeing Israel's terrified innocence drove her to attack, and she abandoned all thought of the limping doe. Time seemed to slow as Simatra roughly shoved the grey beauty to the side, a savage roar erupted from her throat and her fangs sinking deep into the flesh of the buck's foreleg. It was, perhaps, a rather stupid move on behalf of the Kali, yet it diverted the beast's attention from barrelling straight into her partner and for that, through all the feral surges she felt, the former Dezba was unspeakable grateful.