Ankyra Sound jòn

Two beady eyes peer from the dark hide of bracken, glistening with what could only be described as instinctive terror. A pause from the redwoman, however brief; a rigidity to bony limbs as they twitch and then flex and pearly teeth gnash in a futile attempt at — flushing. The hare evades her.
Shit! her teeth clip together inside her mouth, a vicious flick of a pale pink tongue as her catch slips so effortlessly from her grasp. Decidedly, however, this was not the end. Air pours from her nostrils in a cloud of smoke as she resigns to a low prowl; a pantheress, eyes glittering.
Perhaps she was merely too prideful to notice that another's eyes rest upon the same prize.