Username:rabbit448
Name:Ferox
Fierce - Latin
Gender:Female
Story:Ferox can hear the wind singing in her ear as the thrill of the chase courses through her veins. The hooves of the young stag thrum as quick as Ferox's heart. Inna teaches power and grace.
Inna's paws are nimble and sure stepped, leaping forward with each stride. Quick! A back flick with her right ear! Imdemne takes her place on the right as Ferox falls back and brings up the rear.
This is Ferox's favourite part. Where the trio flows like water and relentlessly crashes their might down onto their prey. Both Inna and Imdemne close up the path of escape for the stag and slows down its gait. Ferox leaps in the second hesitation and holds fast. The stag to buck Ferox off, but her claws are reaching for its throat. With a last struggle, he tires out. Imdemne deals the final blow and the stag falls to the ground. A glint of pride shines in Inna's eyes as she acknowledges her kits with a nod.
Ferox leans in close, looking at the stag - thank you - and the light fades from his eyes.
Their hearts are satisfied with the rush, but their bodies are still yearning for the same nourishment, so they feast with wild ferocity.
The thrill of the hunt is daring and fierce, but there is a certain sharpness and danger when Ferox cooks for others. It's her heart laid bare as she puts her spirit into a dish. The excitement lets her mind wander and dream up ideas for her future dishes in the restaurant.
After watching Timber dance through the kitchen, it's Ferox's turn to copy his steps. The smell of garlic in the air sets the ambience. While eggs cracking and dough hitting the counter create the rhythm in her mind.
The dish today is ravioli. There is power when kneading the dough, fierceness when slicing the beef, but a gentleness when forming the little pockets of pasta. There is learned patience when watching the pasta cook, the caress when plating the dish, but there is anticipation when a guest sits to eat their meal.
When the plate is set on the table, Timber takes a measured look at it before picking up his fork and knife. With a clean cut he separates the ravioli in two. His gaze betrays nothing as he takes the first bite.
Ferox feels the water bead in her palms and bunches her hands in the apron to stop them from shaking.
Timber spares her from further agony as his face splits into a smile.
"Woo!" A weight lifts off of her and she jumps into the air. Timber levels his head and gives her an admonishing look. Ferox smiled sheepishly and settled down, though her face still shines with joy.
As a kit who feels as feral as she looks, her soul still lights up when she is in the city. Ferox is content that she can share both worlds.
(I hope I made it! It's still the 23rd for me) 
