Broken Boulder fortune, fortune, smiling fate

Zahir enjoyed travelling, almost as much as she enjoyed hunting. She was ever on the move, blood red eyes scanning the horizon as she went. One scent caught her attention — something very fresh. Zahir's eyes narrowed, and she changed direction, heading for the scent.

It brought her to a massive, broken boulder. She could see fresh marks on it. Scenting it, she realized it was a coyote — or at least, part coyote. She licked her lips as they drew back over teeth, and she marked over the coyote, feeling smug.

Zahir tracked the coyote to a nearby stream. Her tail lifted as she stared it down.