Honeyed Pasture Do you see the brightest side of life

Amalia stepped down from Brecheliant excited to get away and do some hunting. Or at the very least track the herds. She wasn't sure if she could take a fully grown deer down on her own. But a reckless part of wondered if she could.

So she headed that way. Brown tipped black tail swinging in the meadowed fields. The scent of prey and musk overpowering. How she wanted to laugh in delight. Who wouldn't want to be hunting on such a beautiful beautiful day.

Green eyes alight upon the numerous herds that speckled the landscape. She went low and watched for a time. Searching for any weakness in the groups. White teeth glistening. A thrum beneath her fur. To go, chase.

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