How very wrong he is.
A clean break of the neck. The mongoose didn't have time to even realize his own demise. Love licked her lips happily, tasting the drops of blood left on her teeth, and tore into the small body. She had sniffed out this burrow quite a while ago, and had patiently waited downwind for the right time to strike. Her sharp ears alerted her of the exact moment her prey decided that the coast was clear and dropped his guard.
Nevertheless, Love felt a pang of dissatisfaction. This was the fifth time this week she had to resort to sniffing out the lair of her prey instead of chasing after it in a full-fledged hunt. Her blindness prevented her from long and drawn-out chases, as she was powerless if the scent trail went cold or got mixed up with stronger odors.
Love paused in her meal, lifting her head from the ground and chewing slowly as she started to think. The only option that came to mind was to pair up with somebody else, who could aid her with directions if need be. If she wanted the thrill of an out-right chase before she honed her senses even further, which would take quite some time, she would need to find a partner.
But where could she find a good hunting partner?
Here you go!