Date Posted:16:14:09 04/26/02 Fri Author: Redwood Subject: Grumble... In reply to:
The Five Deaths
's message, "*hunger*" on 14:22:06 04/22/02 Mon
Hunger indeed wears hunters thin, and this includes Korats as well as Ayas. Her stomach nearly betraying them, if Hope's voice had not, Redwood flares her whiskers once more, ears perked forward, jaws parted; listens to the wind and the herd, gets a feel for them. Nervous and anxious and edgy, but she does want a good hunt. This ought to give it to them. With a flicker of ice-blue eyes to her companion, the red drops her heavy jaw in a sharp-toothed grin and slinks downwards, slanting left, an impatient tail-twitch offering TFD the right side slanting down the slope. The bowl of the valley in which the herd mill is shaped that, should TFD take the proffered course, the two predators will stalk around the highest ridges of the bowl. TFD. She concentrates hard, both on thinking plainly for her friend to read, and being silent and avoiding gusts of traitorous wind. When we're opposite, we go. My mark. Whiskers slick back to her muzzle and she slides her glinting tailblade behind her bulk, unwilling to warn the herd too early. In a spare mid-step, she glances up, one ear twitching in askances of TFD's compliance.
