Silvertip Mountain No one's gonna save me

There was no need for verbal communication between them. Body language and the simple exchange of a quick glance back and forth was plenty sufficient. Out of the corner of one jade eye, she acknowledged him silently, while shadows weaved over her form as she ran forth, fueled by the scent of prey and ultimate victory in her nose.

Movement crossed her field of vision. Triggering her base instincts. The male failed to hit the mark, but Keyni was on a roll. Surging ahead in eerie silence, she tore up the distance between her and the fleeing rabbit. With one final push, her jaws clamped neatly around one wildly kicking hind leg with a crack of bone.