Despite her greater strength and warrior's training, Mahakali remained slow in this wretched terrain, assaulted by the dense vegetation that broke her strides. But she remained the stronger, the master of endurance; he could not elude her forever and soon she would be on him again, talons sinking deep into that hide, tarnishing the jungle floor with innocent blood.She broke through the vegetation with a thundering growl, red eyes narrowing as the river loomed before her. Her pace did not slow, strides lengthening in the clearing between forest line and river bank. Reaching the bank she leapt across the water, momentum carrying her large form a great distance before splashing into the watery path, then swimming through the current with powerful strokes to emerge on the opposite bank.
Pulling herself onto dry land, the lioness shook to fling the water from her hide in a shower than splattered the surrounding foliage. Now where had that creature gone, he must have crossed the river as she had therefore he could not be far.
Another time she would have stopped to find the scent of her prey and realized he had not left the water. He would have been easy to hunt along the river bank, all she had to do was be patient. But the bloody general was far to enraged for patience, burning fury blinding her senses.
Another snarl and the lioness charged through the brush again, leaving the river behind in pursuit of her prey, furious that the male had eluded her. The young lion had been fortunate today, the lioness young and blind to her rage. It was a mistake she would not make again, from this day on her prey would never live to escape again.
