Busara was in the middle of a hunt. Her legs moved swiftly beneath her, and her paws thundered as they hit the ground. She had a small creature of some sort in her sights. It moved quickly through the brush, so she couldn't quite make out exactly what it was. It didn't matter to Busara though, once the rumbling in her stomach began, it wouldn't go away, it only grew worse with each passing moment of not satiating her appetite. Being on her own without her daughters, Busara had begun to hunt less and less without the ever present need to care for her children.
However, the need to care for herself was rearing its ugly head more and more. She simply could not go another day without hunting. As she gained upon the small creature, she gave a mighty pounce and landed what she hoped was on top of the creature.
She grinned in success as she heard a tiny squeak.