If the opportunity presents itself. Ibis gazed out to the borders of their lands almost wantonly, as if to spot the other huntress in the distance. Shaking her head and the charms upon her ears, she turned back to the other. A blink of shock, before returning the formal bow...even if he was one of them.
"And a fair afternoon to you as well." With that, the lioness picked up her limp kill tenderly. Another nod, and the dark figure lopped off towards the core of the pride, making quick pace towards the lower and hungrier ranks of the Ashnaile.
Fin~
