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[moon.]

Rhyze pulls her head back, as if to nod toward where she had passed. Dunno... My memory isn't the strongest. They were that way, I know that, and if we travel a little, I bet we can pick up scents... She trails off, knowing she must be babbling again. The one thing she absolutely hates about herself is her memory. Something could happen not and hour ago, and she would have to rake through her brain just to pick up a snippet.

Nakoda's yellow eyes give a slimmer toward Kiley. He clamps his jaws around a tough section of fat, tearing it out with a rip of his incisors. His auburn tail flicks about and a deep growl rises in his throat as he senses the presence of a jaguar near by. The filthy mutts always wanted to steal the tigers prey, thinking that they could take what ever they wanted and go.

[canis,]

K I L E Y

Tigress ll Mood: Cautious ll Mateless

Kiley looked up, her muzzled stained. She snarled and roared loudly as a warning to the filthy jaguars. Her blue eyes kept a lookout as she ate, carefully scanning the forest. She flicked her snowy tail and extended her claws out, ready to claw any of the filthy creatures. She returned to eating, looking at Nakoda with a twinkle to her eyes before turning back to scanning the area.

[moon.]

(( Sorry guys, I have to go... Lots to do tonight I'll try to get back on! ))

[- drift.]

☀Lᴜᴋᴀ☀ Luka immediately began to head in the direction which Rhyze had indicated. "I hope you're an excellent tracker, then, my dear." He spoke smoothly, completely uncorrespondant to his rushed movements. "Because my nose isn't the sharpest." But, against his words, he began to part his jaws and scent the air. But, what was it he should be looking for? It had been three years since he had seen - smelled, in this situation - hide nor tail of her. How could he possibly pick out her scent now, when he hardly recognized the scents of those in his own Streak?

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*Willow*
Willow walked through the forest, away from the brute. Then the mouth-watering scent of boar filled her nostrils. She closed her eyes and lifted her head. "This way........." she murmured. Going to one side, she follow the scent until she found a group of boars. She lowered herself in a crouch and lashed her tail. With her eyes narrowed, she leaped. Her claws digging into the hide of a boar, she twisted her neck and sunk her teeth in its throat. It let out a choked squeal, and went limp. Willow bowed her head and began to eat.

[§Nevermore.Hautbois§]

§·Feather that Guides the Wind·§
Feather chuckled, a wide smile on her maw, her blind eyes glowing with happiness. "And that's why I don't hunt alone anymore." It was a good reason, and one that had quite an amusing story behind it. Ebony claws flashed out of their sheaths and into the dirt, her white tail flicking. Some bug had found its way past her thick wooly coat and bitten her. Trying not to disturb Rose she put the long talons back away, rolling onto her back. "What cycle is the moon in?" She asked her friend, hoping she might know if it was wanning or waxing, full or new. As a cub she had always starred at the moon when she could see, always so curious about it. Her memories had not faded, and the beauty of the celestial rock stayed sharp in her mind.

[moon.]

(( Sorry I've been gone so long, everybody! ))

Nakoda lets his growl linger in his throat, taking in the scent of jaguar. Scavengers, they are. Don't they know how to hunt their own food? If they have a brain, they won't come this way. He thinks, tail lashing from side to side, catching the sun as if it were a warning signal. Go away. Any creature dumb enough to encounter a streak of tigers is dead meat, if not, extremely injured and prone to the other hunters of the forest.

Rhyze slowly moves, though she lets Luka in front of her. She can just barely remember the taint in the air... The hint that deciphers each animal from another. No, not that way. She says as they veer around a clump of mangled ferns. She pauses, drinking in the scents of the day, trying to ignore the scent of other tigers, other prey, other... anything. She focuses on that one memory that ties Luka to this tigress she had never once met. That way. Rhyze says with a sure flick of her tail. Westward. That way, she's that way.

[gizmo,]

Rose glanced up toward the sky, rolling onto her back to get a better look. The moon was very round, a full cycle. A small smile appeared, her eyes matching the moon. It's a full moon She told her companion softly, a hint of a smile in her tone.

[§Nevermore.Hautbois§]

§·Feather that Guides the Wind·§
Feather smiled, what was more beautiful or romantic tgan a full moon? She remembered its roundness, the craters that glided over it with purpose. "Is it beautiful as always, Rose?" She asked, her pale blue almost silvery eyes upturned to the glorious rock in the sky. It was so beautiful in her memory, though she only saw it a few times.

[- drift.]

☀Lᴜᴋᴀ☀ Luka's ears and eyes darted in the direction that Rhyze had indicated. His paws struck the ground rythmically, as he lashed his tail gracefully. Luka ran. It had bren years since the brute had run for anything other than hunting, or battle. Scenting the air with his utterly weak sense of smel, h searched desperately for any trace, fot any whiff, of his sister.