Emberflame Ridge skill, not emotion, sends my arrow flying

Gotcha - that's understandable (and certainly very commendable in terms of realistic roleplay)

     It didn't take long for Embry to notice the pattern shift in his rival's features. Her body seemed to shudder, as though a faulty glitch in reality, and within seconds, disappear. The dark palette of her pelage pressed evenly into the surrounding terrain; morphing into a distant blur of motion. He had not expected such a brief offront: the retreat was as unanticipated as the sudden return to tranquility in the clearing. Evidently, he was faced with deciding whether she was worth the chase.

     Shrugging the urging of his inspired adrenaline, the honey-golden male calmed his heaving flanks and relented the idea of finishing the job. Never had he been one for sheer, unchecked bloodshed. He angled his body toward his kill, whose aromas fluttered as holy accolades about his senses, but did not let his oceanic gaze slip from the female's jagged line of descent. Something told him that she was not one to be counted out for the fight...

     Breakfast is served, Embry, He thought with a grim twinge of humor.