Erimentha grinned happily to herself as she began to eat from the once great specimen of water buffalo. It had been a large male and well into his prime. However, she had taken notice of a small limp in his leg and concluded that he probably wouldn't be able to outrun her. She was right. As she laid there next to her kill, filling her belly she wondered briefly what had caused him to gain such a limp that would ultimately be his doom. Quickly though the thought passed.
When she had finished off her kill she licked her lips and then began cleaning herself, letting the other wild creatures pick off the very little that was left. "I seem to be eating more then usual." She stated to herself before she once more began licking at her paws. It seemed like a lot of things lately were changing in her life. Maybe it was because she was changing. Since starting off on her own she had changed so much. No longer did she hold herself to a higher standard. In fact she was sure she was well on her way to being talked about in the rogue lands just as so many other females had before her. And as much as she hated it, she knew nothing of how to stop it. She couldn't help it that she got lonely. She also couldn't help the fact that the only way she could get company was to flirt and give herself up to whatever male was willing. Which seemed to be every single one she encountered.
Erimentha sighed. She hated what she was becoming.
