Arctic

Leopard hissed as she lept over the fence to the cows pasture. Her white coat, dotted with dark rosettes, give her away easily against the browny green backdrop. Claws were tucked away for the moment, so were her fangs but they would soon be in use. She swished her tail dropping to the hunters postion. She charged at one of the smaller calfs. Claws outstreached and fangs revealed she aimed for the neck were she could bite and suffocate the calf. She let out a roar so that hopefully the other cattle would move out the way and the calf would be left helpless. But would she succeed?

*Cattle*

The calves of the season were a bit more than half the adult's size, and so a very good choise for a large feline to take on. The targeted youngster had noticed a movement from the corner of his eye, but didn't take enough notice until it was too late. Just as he realized the danger and turned to bolt, Arctic had made her lunge. Fangs hit on the mark, passing through flesh and puncturing the airway at two points. The calf bellowed in pain and alarm and tried to buck and break free of the hold. The leopard could begin to sufficate him with enough pressure to her bite.

Arctic

She snarled as she hit the calf, puncturing its airways and holding tightly on its neck. Jaws began to clamp round the calf airway passages hopefully causing it to suffocate or loose enough blood to die. Claws tryed to wrap around the calfs neck, pulling him to her so that her grip would be tighter. Out of the corner of her eye she watched the others, snarling to warn them that this leopard was making her kill whether or not they interupted, they would be next.

*Cattle*

The calf cried out, but its sounds were muffled as the airway became constricted. He kicked out and struggled, but he could not get away. Blood leaked slowly to his lungs, choking him further. After a few minutes, his eyes had glazed and his struggles slowly came to a cease. He was dead.

The cattle snorted and stood facing the leopard with their horns, though they were a good distance away from her still. They were on the verge of flight or fight.

Arctic

Leopard snarled at the cattle after dropping her dead prey. She snapped and hissed, warning them to flee and not approach her unless they wanted to end up like their friend. She thrashed her tail, her optics flashing. What would they do? Well, whatever it was she was prepared. She turned to her prey but had her side facing the cattle so she could watch them and react if they did anything. She dug her fangs into the calfs flesh and began to eat her meal.

*Cattle*

The cattle watched her intensely, heads lowered and hooves pawing at the ground now and then. But they did not advance on her. They knew the calf was beyond help, and so it would be folly to rush in on the cat. But at the same time, they didn't back off. They would simply stand there and watch her until she left, or tried something else.

Arctic

She snarled before leaping close to them, hoping to scare them back a bit. She then bared her fangsas she moved backwards towards her kill, she turned to face the dead calfa and began to eat. If they tryed anything now she would be vunarable, but her radars were still positioned facing the cattle so that she might be able to hear an oncoming attack.

*Cattle*

Now the cattle spooked at her leap, but instead of flight, they choose another option. Fight. Two galloped forward, heads lowered with their small, but pointed horns facing ahead. The two aimed to jab the leopardess and gouge her with their weapons, or simply run her over with their bulky weight.

Arctic

She hissed as she saw two cows charge towards her. She charged at them and lept towards one of the cows throats. However as she lept, one of the cattles horns caught her side and she was cut, quite deeply. Crimson liquid began to seep down her hide, staining the white to red. She growled, fangs bared, claws out, would she land this attack or not? She ignored the pain in her side and continued her attack.

Arctic

She hissed as the charged at her. She had used her energy on getting the dead calf down and so wasn't going to fight. She bit off one of the calf's legs before running with the legs away and leaving the cows.