I feel the static of a shadow in your place,
I see a savage in the still upon your face.

She laughs inside when he snaps his teeth. It’s a playful gesture, an endearment –

Attractive.

Echidna is cool though, she sits there sit beside him and teases him. Tries to bring out the side of him she remembers. When he shifts into his cheetah form, she stands up. Quinn is always up for a challenge, he’s driven by being told he can’t. Echidna doesn’t waste any time trotting forward and climbing into the trees. Jaguars use the trees naturally, it’s instinct. It helps that these trees are sturdy, easy to go in-between. She finds purchase on every branch and keeps going.

Deeper into the forest she crawls, no more than a shadow so high in the canopy. She’s quiet, enough that the deer doesn’t even notice her sitting above. Echidna lowers herself down onto the branch, her claws kneading into the bark eagerly. It’d been too long since she’d hunted like this with someone else, since she had a partner. She waits above for the attack below, when Quinn hit she would pounce down to help finish the deer off – a white-tail doe.

It wouldn’t take them long to do the job. Claws and teeth in soft flesh. Echidna would go right for the throat, the soft tissue between her teeth.