Hoshor Plains i think she may be maybe almost sorta fun

delighted to have hit her mark, astara fell alongside her victim, pleased as a cat that had just secured a flitting bird. mirth stole across her dark features, and a high whir of breathing that could possibly be called a choked laugh escaped her black jaws.

astara was unapologetic as she met the gaze of her quarry; with a swipe of her paw towards his muzzle the yearling laid across the ground, long limbs raised as if to entreat further play.