Boartusk Heights I eat boys up, breakfast and lunch.

Cahira walked the jagged cliffs with ease; her large paws made for such things. Occasionally, little shards of rocks slipped from where she stepped, falling down the side of the mountain as if to remind her of how high up she actually was. She paid it no mind, though. This was her terrain; where she felt most at home. 

Today, as she woke and made her morning walk around the area she considered hers, she caught the scent of boar and her mouth watered. So Cahira made her way across the mountain-side in search of her soon-to-be breakfast, her muscles tensing and relaxing under velvet-like sandy coat as she walked. Every so often, she stopped to listen to a sound that caught her attention, round ears pushed forward and the tip of her tail flipping back and forth until she satisfied herself there was no threat nearby and resumed motion once again.