Marina/\Female/\Krila/\Hunter/\Tags: Open
The griffin lowered herself to the ground, and started to run. She would rather chase the deer instead of doing the work to fly with them in her paws. She slowed as she neared the herd, she looked around, and spotted no figure of Desmond. She sighed and shrugged, lowering herself to the ground, and stalked toward the deer. She then sprinted toward them, keeping as quiet as possible then went full-speed as they started running, alert of her prescence. She ended up tackling a doe, that looked quite young, she nipped the neck then dropped the body, until she yelped as a shark object went into her shoulder. She turned and growled at a large buck that had charged into her, she clawed at its feet until it tripped, then she held it in place on the grass, until it stopped struggling with a quick bite. She huffed, licking the crimson liquid posing from the wound, she flinched as it stung, but worked through having a sore and painful shoulder, and focused on hauling the kills into the thick brush, using the foliage to hide the scent and sight of the food, as she began to eat her mind wandered elsewhere, to where Desmond and the others were, and how long did it take her to notice? She just shrugged it off, and laid down numbly, licking the wound to soothe it before rolling into her side and falling asleep, not caring where she did so.




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