[ R H I A ] CATCH UP

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[atrb=background,http://i1203.photobucket.com/albums/bb390/Bluewillowtree/Sandramid.jpg] Amber orbs darted from side to side, bird-like vision searching for any amount of movement upon that ground that would suffice to be caught within her gnarly ebony talons. While her legs and paws were that of a normal wolf's, her toes were extended slightly and, at the end of them, thick talons curved from each toe, making it rather simple to get her claws around something juicy to eat. There were not really any smaller vermin she could grab onto, considering there was a chill and most had probably retreated to their dens by now, saddening her as she wished to have munched on a smaller morsel than to take down something the size of what she was gazing at now. However, it would feed her and, perhaps if there were enough left, she would take the rest to Rhiannon. Sandralina hovered in the air, flapping her vibrant wings every now and then to keep herself in the air. Her limbs hung loosely beneath her, neck craned a certain way to take in her aim to seize the small buck she was eying. Her breath was revealed in puffs of mist in front of her muzzle, dissipating within seconds as the chilly bite took over the warmth of her breath particles. Her muscles were warmed, her feathers and vibrant fur cleaned and shining brightly in the glinting sun, and her heart pounded steadily as she prepared to drop out of the sky. She hadn't hunted like this in awhile, her perspective from the air and every inch of her being just ready to fall like a meteor through the open air. She pulled on her wings, rearing them back as thrusting them forward so she went up slightly, then took a nose dive straight down. The Cadre was in the company of the Enclave, staying on their lands because the canyon had flooded with a sudden mass of rain. She missed her home, where it was warm and dry, where she could get snakes and rabbits to eat rather than deer and birds. The taste was much different and she didn't like it. Not that she was intending to be rude by thinking these things, she certainly wouldn't say them. Ahote was being courteous by allowing them to stay here. Well, he had been a part of their pack once, and originally she believed he was meant to be her fellow Gamma, but couldn't remember. Time had passed so long that she couldn't keep track anymore. The females in this pack weren't allowed to hunt and that saddened her. If she were to stay permanently here, she would feel useless, lose the muscle she had so expertly built. Her final thoughts were that she wouldn't ever remain in a pack where she couldn't hunt or do her own thing. She was not one to be restricted. The Barn Swallow Myou collided with the small stag, possibly cast out by it's herd because of it's size or defeated by a larger deer for a female, and ripped her teeth into its throat like lightning. She tore through the arteries and veins, spilling the hot blood all over her muzzle. Her mouth watered at the taste as she pinned it to the ground, keeping her fangs sunk into the soft flesh as the creature flailed heatedly beneath her, fighting for the last moments of its life before it went limp and hit the ground. Her eyes shone with pride, not having taken down something this large in awhile. Desert deer were hard to come by, but there had been some rather massive fish within the rivers of the canyon. She licked at her jowls hungrily, hovering over the now dead creature, preparing to take her fill. She hadn't eaten in a about a day or two. Sweet, sweet catch of the day.