EVERYTHING TO PROVE ☆ hunting...?

[fulzanin]

WE'LL MAKE A WAY WHERE YOU CAN FIND YOUR PLACE
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When it came to hunting, Feza was no stranger to failure. A vibrant pink, blue, and yellow pelt did not allow for her to easily sneak up on prey. Her small size did not allow for her to overpower other creatures. Wings allowed for more nimble behavior, but they equally caused for her to get caught on twigs and other sharp objects. A small body meant that she was easily able to sneak where most others couldn't, but it did not exactly allow for her to compensate for lackluster hunting skills. Just as the guardsman could not fight, she equally could not hunt. It wasn't as if she practiced. Festivities and party throwing were far more important to Feza than wandering around while hunting. She still did it on occasions, yes, but often only to pass the time while wandering the territory - as she had been currently doing prior to hearing talking. Aggressive talking. Not festive talking.

A soft landing signaled hesitation as Feza arrived, pacing a few steps nonetheless to wear off the remaining momentum. A deep breath was sucked in. Conflict. Ew. Not festive, not festive at all. Was she, the highest position in this predicament, supposed to do something about it? No. Feza was not a person who would do such a thing. Ears lowered, briefly her ever pleased expression faltering to concern. However, blue eyes shifted over to the complaining youth, and her smile returned. She ignored the problems present, the tensions between the two hyenas. The expectations of her, to break apart the fight? Such things were high expectations of the party thrower. "Ah, you don't have to feel bad about taking from the food pile. That's why it's there!" Feza said, offering up a grin of encouragement. "But, but let me tell you, it's super nice of you to try to pull your weight, and it's, it's totally okay that you can't yet. You'll get there one day." Feza rambled, her small form bouncing a little in her ever present desire to be moving, doing something, smiling and grinning at all times. "Uh. If it's alright with uh, you, ma'am, I could uh. Try and help him hunt. I'm kinda similar in size! Kinda! Not really but uh, any help's better than no help. And uh, uh, if his uh, if his side is hurting I can just carry him back to camp. By flying. Which is fun and, and festive and good."

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THE EMPTY CHAIRS WILL BE RESERVED FOR OUR PITY