Hideaway Strath another round of all the things I've heard before

Good, then. They were in agreement. Part of her approach was her own confidence in the fact that a stranger could make a smart decision. Scales weighed, balanced, everything just as it was meant to be. Or perhaps she was simply prone to expecting too much. 

Regardless, now this hunt would be easier. More energy conserved for later endeavours. She gave a silent nod and a flick of one ink-tipped ear before slinking off, amber eyes the only piece that shone through the cloak of darkness in the woods. 

Ultimate test now— trust that she would co-ordinate her chase with his own. She'd go around one side, pick a good one to menace away from the rest, chase it right into waiting jaws and then offer her own in turn. Anticipation hung on bated breath as she crept through the forest, slipped through bracken with ease, long limbs aware of their own stride and senstive to any element they might've disturbed.

Her steps were quiet, always quiet. A necessary skill for one such as her. 

Deer in the distance, grazing. She knew what it felt like to be the one grazing, unaware of hot water as it boiled. But she was no deer, she had prevailed.

One of them wouldn't.