Starglow Basin Panthera Leo

no words have been exchanged, which is exactly how soto likes it.

they fan out, two shadows assailing the dark plains.

the sheep graze.

one is situated more east than the others; it is bold as it crops down meager grass. soto's eyes fall upon it.

arslan would see the intention writ across his gaze.

situating himself to where he might startle the sheep into arslan's jaws, soto leaps forward with a grimace of pain. 

pain is a small price to pay for a full belly.

the sheep raises its stupid head and bleats in alarm, whirling away from soto and right into where arslan lurked.