Blackfeather Woods In my field of paper flowers

[table width=80%][tr][td]She slowed her sprinting once she joined her brother's side, not wanting to run ahead of him without proper instructions. She was quite a minion in that sense - or perhaps she feared that Atshen would grow angry with her if she proved to be better at this game they were playing. But it soon became apparent that that was not the case; she felt quite honoured to be needed once again and did not wait long to rush passed him after the rodent that had carelessly joined their party. She wondered then how she was going to catch it without it losing too much blood; if it were a rat it would be slightly easier to aim for a leg or the tail. As she caught up, panting slightly from the sudden physical exercise, she decided. With her paws strangely cooped did she pounce on the behind of the (apparent) rat, trapping the tail underneath her. It was thick enough to not slither from underneath her weight yet flexible enough for the rat to turn and peep and squirm. Nyx was afraid she'd get bitten, but it seemed the rodent simply wasn't capable of turning so far.

Nyx turned in the hope of seeing Atshen again - breathing still heavier than normal and usually smooth coat a little roughed up.[/tr][/td][/table]