by Iri » December 19th, 2014, 9:58 pm
Neema stalled for a while before pouncing, a snarl etched on her face, a growl rising threateningly from her throat, and her long, hooked claws unsheathed. She lashed her tail and wasn't surprised when the hare abruptly started to flee from her, squealing rather noisily and making its way as far away from her as it possibly could. She could tell it was mustering its energy to run, but she sped after it. After a short-lived chase, she clamped her jaws around its scruff and shook it hard, making sure it was dead. She hastily murmured a "thank you" to the Great Kings of the Past in gratitude for her easily-caught kill, seized her prey from the snow, and began to stride off in the general direction of the cave, wondering where Enzi was.
[Unlike Chaltuu, Neema believes in the Great Kings of the Past, whereas Chaltuu and her family believe in Spirits.]