Mystic Blood

Mystic led the way and instantly knew prey was out when she got there, she could see rabbits and herds of goats, elk, moose, etc. She looked at Qeelak, See, go after one thing everything scatters so be careful of that. The tall grass should hide us long enough to get something to eat. She said lowly. She padded out into the tall grass and waited for him. She would let him lead the hunt, not wanting to get in the way she stayed to one side and watched him.

Qeelak

Qeelak saw all the animals in the Tall Grass Prairie and a smirk crossed his kissers. Now this was going to be a good hunt. He could already feel it in his limbs. Glancing at Mystic and giving a slight nod, he crouch, the tall grass consealing him immediatly. Stalking forward he glanced around, looking for a prey that would be substantial for him and for Mystic. His golden luminaries locked on a male zebra, it limping on its hind leg. There was a long gash there. Probably from an animal attack from earlier, since it looked pretty fresh. Glancing at Mystic, he flicked his tail tip towards the zebra. It was a small movement, but he was pretty sure she would get it.