There had been a sense of satisfaction after her hunt. Perhaps some would look down upon taking advantage of the female's venerability. All the same, the fem had shifted to the waters and streams to rid the evidence of her deeds from her bodice. Despite her love for the metallic scent, it did not linger well as a perfume per se. Nor did she truly feel the need to return immediately to Asteraia. The night was young and perhaps even with her belly full, the mischief-maker wasn’t quite sated. Her paws found purchase across the stones and as the ground grew more harsh and jagged.
A sort of tapping of claws and the sounds of the earth shifting drew the female to the mouth of one of the caverns. Perhaps someone lurked within, her families curiosity was quite the curse as she moved carefully into the entrance. She had intended to investigate when she was rewarded with the sing-song tones from within the caverns echoed and reached out to Menkhet’s ears. The stranger was chasing a meal, how amusing. They did seem lean from what the fem could make out but her eyes flickered in mischief watching for a moment.
While used to the gracefulness of a feline, Menkhet hopped down a ledge closer to the stranger in and almost eager attempt for the hare to make its escape.