Whitebark Stream The reparation of my heart

Another. Caught only by the glimpse of white fur against the stark oranges and reds that littered the forest. Nanou paused her meal and lifted herself to her feet warily, half-eaten rabbit slung over the rock ledge she'd made her own. 

Gaze of wildfire followed the ruff of white as slender ears followed the steps; she let out a chuff if only to alert the other to her presence. Tigress would defend, if needed. 

She was a solitary beast, after all. Even if it wasn't always that way.

With that, she slumped back down, inky forelimbs crossed over one another and slung from the edge of her ever-so slight vantage. ..I'm afraid if you came for my food, there's not much left to share. words fell from steel jaws, calm and cool.

She knew thieves. Knew nothing made them angrier than not having anything to steal. She watched the other with thinly veiled suspicion.