Sequoia Coast ulysses

Hehe, I’m starting to love him already!

She was slightly relieved at his agreement that he did not wish her harm, and was surprised when he suggested an impromptu hunt. Her tail wagged slightly in excitement, she had been hoping to contribute to the pack as gamekeeper, and thus took hunting very seriously. However, her slight frame meant she had to be more cerebral, rather than physical about the process, and was about to suggest an orchestrated plan of attack. Yet, before she had opened her mouth, the male had disappeared into the trees, lumbering about like the giant he was, probably taking down the whole forest as far as she knew.

This would never work, there was a process, didn’t he know that? They would track footprints, look for dens, and only then make a calculated—her green eyes darted as the white balls of fur fled the forest, and ran right at her feet. She had no time to think about it, and her limbs moved on instinct. She was upon the first in a second, and closed her mouth around its neck, snapping it. She dropped it, and jumped on another doing more of the same. In all, she managed to catch three, and watched as the others fled in terror. Well I’ll be damned. Good job you magnificent beast, but she didn’t want to say that out loud, not one to admit defeat.