Deepwood Weald Lovec netvorů

Beautiful drawing <3

A tried and tested hunter, Pangur needed little elaboration from her companion, the nod of his head enough for her to piece together the plan and expertly slot herself into place for it, creeping through the brambles, up and around the other side of the slope.

Pangur sought to break this stalemate, though she made sure to savour those fleeting moments right before, when the world stood still and nothing else existed beyond this rocky knoll. The hunter, and the hunted, as for who took which title...

Cat knew they were there. Pangur would fluster it, making the first, bold move and trotting close, light feet quick to rebound if it had a temper. She would try to keep herself behind it, aiming for the skin of heels. Even if her attempts came up with nothing, the message would be clear. The hunt begins.