Nimbus Summit nerds trying to dance

He paced as he waited, neither his mind nor his paws able to sit still. Fortunately, Heda appeared only moments later, slathered in blood. He gaped at her for a moment before the scent hit him. It belonged to prey. She must be fresh from the hunt. He wondered if he’d interrupted her.

Hey! Caracal greeted, not bothering to ask or even exchange pleasantries. Was wondering if you were ready to go find that snow, he said, his eyes dropping briefly to her ankle before skipping back up to her face, flicking between her own.