Felicitey watched and mimicked as Rayie explained some tactics of hunting. She was not paying attention when Rayie's companion took off nor to the sound of the hare scurrying around nearby.
She watched intently as Rayie crept on her belly closer to the foliage not far off, a mock hunt! Felicitey's eyes fluttered with amusement, but jumped back in surprise as Rayie's companion scared the hare into the opening in their direction.
Her eyes bulged and her jaw dropped as Rayie pounced on top of it taking its body in her mouth. The smell of fresh blood flooded the air, tantalizing Felicitey's nostrils. It was strong, irony, the smell of life itself.
Felicitey closed her mouth, her body still dipped low to the ground with Dexter plastered low to her back. His fur, mixing and melding with her own. Rayie told her she could kill the hare as in wriggled and screamed beneath her grasp. Felicitey's tail twitched back and forth behind her in anticipation, despite the anxiety of right and wrong.
Her dormant lion tendencies rose above. She crept and crawled her way over within pouncing distance. Her big mismatched eyes looked from the hare to the other lioness. How do I do it? she asked not sure how to end its life in the most easiest of ways.
felicitey
who do you think you are? collecting your jar of hearts.
@[Rayie]
