Kintla Flatlands sunkissed

the sun was just beginning to rise, painting the forest in streaks of gold. her paws pressed silently into the damp earth, her ears swiveling at the faint rustle of leaves. the smell of prey hung in the air—fresh, close. her stomach grumbled. instinct guided her forward, every muscle coiled like a spring.

the thrill of the hunt was what she lived for. the chase, the burst of speed, the satisfaction of a clean kill—it was all so simple, so pure. an escape. she paused, her amber eyes locked on movement ahead. a rabbit. small, but enough to satiate her. the woman licked her lips and crept closer, her tail stiff behind her.

her heartbeat steadied as the moment stretched. one leap, one strike—that’s all it would take. she exhaled sharply and sprang forward.