Wapun Meadow is it far away, in the glitter freeze?

it was always more fun, when the hunted knew a predator was near.

astara paused and allowed draper his chance to meet his maker: she stood proud as a dark lioness, eyes honed to wicked points.

rather than outright attack, she began to skulk about him in a hyenid slouch. studying, prying, looking for any sign of weakness, any favored leg, or lack of peripheral vision that would give her any advantage.