Qeya River who’s got the high ground now, obi-wan?

There was a rustle in the trees. Phoebe lowered herself to the rock’s surface with a thump, her eyes big over the slender crocodile maw she currently sported. K’sura, a sure playmate, was a quick find for her eyes, and she watched him with the steady patience of a hawk eyeing a mouse. Or, rather, she would have if she wasn’t spending all of her time giggling.

He circled the rock a few times, nose in the air, looking for her, but Phoebe didn’t move an inch, no sir. She hugged the rock with her front paws like a kitten learning to pounce, while she wiggled with the urge to pounce. Not yet! something in her said.

So, she just stared at K’sura with that unsettlingly large gaze. And giggled a fair amount.