01-05-2020, 05:09 PM
Wasn't often something got stuck in the mud, and if it did, the crocodiles normally got to it before she did. The deer were too smart and too spry, while the boars used their noses to dig and shove their way out. Some of the crocodiles likes to lounge in the mud, and hid themselves, so Vathmos was careful to avoid it if she could. That being said, she often covered herself in mud to hide her deathly, rotten scent. As much as she didn't care about her smell, it made hunting harder.
Vathmos heard the call for help, and turned that way, rushing over. She leaped into the underbrush, hiding herself in the tree roots and carefully crawling over, translucent eyes hidden among the undergrowth. It was a tiger- she had not seen one since Dreakon (what had happened to him?), and know the dangers of one. It was one of the only creatures Vathmos felt posed a threat to her, but this one was stuck and to some degree, helpless. She could wait it out, wait for it to die, but she imagined Aurum would be here eventually and he would scold her for doing nothing. She tried reasoning in her head if she could kill the beast, blame it on a crocodile and eat it, but that was at the risk of getting herself stuck too.
Migehhayte asyah welele tehayreohw hayere a beohne. She came out the bushes, her throat already producing her customary chortling laughter. All that tasty predator meat, going to waste. Ugh. She paced in front of the beast for a moment, as if deciding how to approach it, continuing her hyena laughter, rounded ears focused on the beast and eyes following through. Vathmos looked over the scene, saw the log, and moved, pushing it out with her jaws, mud tainting her tongue, and pushing it out so the tiger could try to grab it.
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