Re: Hunt
Just as the tiger knew that prey ran, she knew running wasn't escape. To run was to be killed. Those that hunted ran after those that were the hunted and she was neither right now. Neither killer nor victim as she leaned back further, one leg lazily coming out, the other folding up with her toes beneath her thigh.
Both hands went back, fingers crooked up but palms in the dirt as she regarded her sunlit fire colored friend, from his sharp claws to twitching, snow whiskers. His eyes were different than a house cat's, not slitted like a reptile's, but round like hers. Perhaps he was waiting for her to run, to flee, but instead she extended her leg a bit more, laid it close enough to feel the fur along his foreleg tickling hers.
Her gaze went past him to the cheering hunters, guns and knives in the air. She shook her head and rolled her eyes at their antics. Oh yes. Strong. Powerful to kill something with a gun. Color her unimpressed. "You should hunt one of them. I probably won't taste good."