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Wicked.

This is how she feels. Each step is the ultimate step in power, each muscle bulging and rippling beneath sleek tawny fur. Rounded ears lay back halfway and the cougar adopts a look of scheming. It is her way, it has always been her way. She enjoys the hunt perhaps a bit more than any creature should, aware of the scent of fear in the air, the way pain grasps her prey moments before she crunches down to end them.

Needle sharp claws dig into the earth as she pauses, her huge figure lackadaisical in movement when she turns, assured of her own strength and size. Being large meant little without stealth and speed and she was the package of it all; her size attests to that and her success. This place was nourishing and the cold winds of the north had driven her south this last winter, prey having become scarce. Spring offered plenty of new prey and this place.. it stank of dog.

There is an inborn knowledge that these wolves are her enemies. Even now their stench reeks across the woodland and she turns her scarred nose in the direction of one particular one: fear. The darkness cloaks her and she presses to the ground in the manner of a snake, coiled and ready to spring before she begins to stalk downwind.

It takes a while to track the skittish scent. In truth the cougar would've given up by now for easier prey (despite her desire to taste this scent) except that noises could be hear. Speech is given in the garbled manner of wolves and it alerts her to their presence. They are a bumbling type of creature, assured in their numbers, but these two are alone and her amber eyes peer from the darkness at them. It is the fear that cloaks the female, her patchwork pelt looking awfully thin, but the male is larger and much more scrumptious looking.

Her nose twitches, whiskers feeling the air for disturbances, and then she crawls around so that she can see them facing each other, both of their sides open and ready.

It is too much for the cougar and she loves the thrill of a fight, the way she spins and flashes her claws.

She jolts from the darkness, silent death, and heads straight towards them so that if she were to keep going se would run right between them, only she angles herself upwards in a flash to leap up at the male. The female, after all, is slender. Not the one that the cougar should be wary of. So she lunges, ears back, long, thick teeth flashing and wicked claws aiming to wrap around the shoulder and chest of Senketsu to throw him down.

Where she can then enjoy the moment of his pain before death.