Wapun Meadow An owl in the closet

With Israel at her side, the stag bucked and bellowed but made no gain. Simatra herself was lost in the moment, retreating back to her spars and letting instinct and months of training control her every move. It's just like fighting a wolf. The thought was a surprising throwback to Awenasa, a life she hadn't thought much of since her farewells. A grazing kick from the beast gathered her conscience, and her wild roars met with the bellows of the buck as he turned and fled haphazardly back to the remaining doe's.

Panting hard, the gold furred Kali flexed her shoulder. A dull pain throbbed, yet it seemed the kick had inflicted more damage to the outermost skin, where an angry scrape could be seen, than the internal muscles. She swiped her tongue across it, pausing for a few moments before joining Israel at a steady lope. They could've just as easily taken down the stag, yet why spend energy on a fit creature when there was a lame one ready and waiting. The doe staggered, and Simatra leapt.

Feel free to pp the takedown if you wish to :)