Leila pranced around, toes touching meadow until she could smell animal on the air before her. There, hundreds of feet ahead, was a herd of cows. Grazing. Their jaw muscles moving. The rise an fall of their sides.
Leila was stalking them.
With a flash of stripes she had run, leapt, and sunk her claws into a small, lean, specimen.
In the space of an hour she had pounced, devoured, and started back towards Adrian.
I like the "Leila was stalking them" hehe :)
ReplyDeleteAs always, good writing!