Firefly Glen in my veins like fire

@Raedwulf

qupirruatjuit stalks the herd from beneath as it grazes, each step a careful choice. she has not eaten since her exile nearly a week prior, and her body cries for nourishment. tongue sliding across blackened lips, she pursues her quarry with quiet intent.

a young bull, inexperienced, attempts boldly to sway the cows with bellows and grunts. a show of strength, of vigor. he will make a fine meal indeed.

the cows lift their heads and squeal, hooves striking the ground with muted thuds as they leave their man in the dust, dumbfounded. before the tuktu can turn to flee she is upon him, teeth assailing the flesh at his throat. he is reckless in his youth, panicked, and this serves qupir well-- for an older male would know to kick, to spear, to fight like hell.