LIKE WHAT YOU SEE? THEN YOU GOT GOOD VISION
BOY, THIS BEAT HITS SO DIFFERENT.

As the day drew to a close the heated lioness was stalking through the brush. A lot of Tanglers were skin and bones but with the rains came a invigorating energy and the will to survive. She had decided to try and see if anything had decided to come back or come out because of the rains. Something that she could share with the majority of the group to at least get their bellies filled for the night. It had almost been fruitless till she came across a herd of deer just on the outskirts of their territory. It would be a fight. She was weakened because of how the weather had treated them and she had given birth not that long ago. Her jaws quivered with the need to sink her teeth into one in particular. A massive stag with very large antlers. Her head lowered as she crept through the dried foliage, eyes of luminous blue fixated on the large buck.

Her tail twitched once before she suddenly broke from her covering. Her heart pounded in her chest. She needed to make this count and she couldn't make this up. Her paws thundered against the ground as she scattered the herd. Looking for her specific target she found the buck and launched herself, thick claws dug into the flesh of the deer's back and she hung on as be bucked. The strength of her prey was strong but she clung on because they needed this food. Her jaws clamped on to the back of the buck's neck and she twisted trying to get the herbivore to fall. And fall he did but right on top of her as he flipped. A hiss of pain left her as she flipped herself over and disregarding her own ached she lunged to tear the buck's throat and kill it quickly. Finally. Gently she sat panting for breath as she looked at the food. Now all she needed was to drag it back home.

LIKE WHAT YOU SEE? THEN YOU GOT GOOD VISION
BOY, THIS BEAT HITS SO DIFFERENT.

"She would appreciate the help, yes!" The woman smile brightly as she looked at Vig, just thrilled to be able to hunt properly again. The drought had definitely taken a toll on the territory and she was hoping to lead a patrol into the neutral grounds soon to try and get more food into camp. Her gaze then shifted over to look as her brother came upon the scene and then he was promptly turning to leave after complimenting the catch but not offering to help. A soft chuckle left her throat as that was typical of her brother and she moved forward, trying to hid her limp but also attempting to catch his tail with her paw. "She thinks not. Ximen is fit enough to help them carry it back home, yes? He doesn't have anything else to do." Her tone was a tease then as she moved back to the buck to grab the carcass by the neck and lift it up, waiting on Vig and Xi for their help.

When Elsweyr’s paw caught his tail, the cheetah’s black fur stood up. Sighing, he stopped, looking over his shoulder, his golden eyes snapping between his sister and the buck. The rabbit carcass giggled in his telekinetic grip in silent protest—look at this very important escort mission—but he released the argument with one loud exhale.

“Nothing else to do, indeed,” he sighed. Nobody else thought of naps as something to do, so he knew better than to argue.

Glancing between the floating rabbit and the buck’s horns, his golden eyes gleamed. A smirk overtook his neutral expression; he waved a paw.

He impaled the rabbit on the buck’s horns. Not much blood, not much gore, given the whole dead-before-mutilation status. Still, he considered it a clever solution to keep his satchel unbloodied and save his own brain the strain of telekinetically carrying it while coordinating moving the damned buck.

Trotting to the buck’s rear, he chomped the butt and hoisted.