A Quiet Night (Open)

The skies were darkened - a charcoal ashen gray, maybe a dark blue. Stars scattered the skies, Emysia with her head tilt upwards observed them briefly.

The feline's dilute yellow eyes washed over them before shifting towards the larger looking object that sat proudly within the skies. The moon. It was a beautiful sight. It always was. Emysia found peace, harmony and relaxation in the night, and with naturally, the moon's light to assist in her hunts.

Emysia felt a smile slowly come to her maw. She lowered her head, feeling a cool breeze whirl past her short but sleek shadow colored fur. The shadow Huntress had been hunting in the darkness ever since the sun dipped down behind the mountains and the trees. Already she had managed to catch some rabbits and a deer. The black panther was feeling rejoiced in her kills, but now was desiring some time to relax.

The Jaegar made her way through the territory. Emysia was stealthy, blending in well with the shadows and darkness that enveloped the territory. A brightly lit pool caught the female's yellow oculars. The moonlight caused the pool to shimmer. Yet another stunning feature, she thought.

Beside the pool was another. A feline. More specifically, a bobcat. Emysia recognised the male as a pack-mate of hers - Whisp, she believed his name was. Emysia had never held a long conversation with the feline, but had seen him around from time to time - as she had all of her pack-mates.

The darkly colored Huntress slowly approached the male. She noticed near immediately that he appeared to be in a relaxed state. The she-cat intentionally made her steps louder so that she would not startle her pack-mate.

The feline then went up to the pool - standing about a tail's length away from the male. She gently lowered her head to the pool, stretching out her salmon pink tongue. Emysia lapped at the icy water before turning her golden eyes to Whisp. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" She said. Emysia slowly trasnitioned into a sitting position; her focus drifting between the shimmering pool and the night sky. "I love the night," she explained.

The she-cat's eyes managed to catch the male seem to wake up, embarrassingly. However, Emysia did not seemed phased by the fake he had been asleep. It was late after all.

The question the male posed was not one that Emysia had not thought of before. It was true, his words. The packs - both, in fact, seemed predominantly overrun by canines, in particular, wolves. To be a feline in a canine predominant world, was often at times usual and awkward.

Wolves and canines tended to be stronger and heavier than the felines - able to fight harder and inflict more damage. However, big cats were stealthier, faster, more agile, nimble. Often the wolves and canines seemed to forget the differences, however Emysia very rarely, in fact, hardly ever corrected them. Especially when it came to her own pack. Emysia was glad to be accepted, despite the fact she was a cat and not a dog or wolf like animal.

"Indeed they are different," she said with a slow nod. Emysia stopped lapping at the water and drew her head upwards. She exhaled slowly before giving the male cat a gentle smile. "I sometimes feel that others forget the differences," she explained, "Sometimes that's both good and bad," she said. Emysia, being a feline, was not overly strong or able to bring down elks with ease. To do such task, she generally needed a wolf or canine to assist. Felines were simply not strong enough to bring such animal down. However, she tried to not dwell on the thought too much.

The tom's next question came as a slight surprise to the black jaegar. She tilt her head to him, seeming unsure what exactly he meant. "What do you mean?" Emysia was not sure what was meant by - what was happening in Sardothien. Meows or barks of information regarding them had not reached her ears.