theflyingkitty
He'd taken his serval familiar, Biborka, out on a late night hunting expedition for the pride. Recently he'd gone with some other large cats to hunt bigger game. It had gone well enough, but he found he liked hunting with his little partner more. If they had to make more trips out and back to gather enough then that was their choice wasn't it?
"What you do think you'll want to try for tonight?" He asked the brightly colored serval moving sinuously beside him. Her tone could have a bit of a bite, but she valiantly protected those of her pride. Of course, their duty mainly consisted of bringing back enough fresh game for those who couldn't hunt or were too busy. Like new mothers or the leaders. Not that he minded. It gave him something to do.
Biborka moved with poise and grace that she always practiced. She trotted beside Gyatso as his equal, for she would have it no other way. They had passed the pride's boarders and were well into the roguelands when he asked what she wanted to hunt. She paused and flicked an ear. "Hares I think. They're fast, but so far you." The female said with complete confidence in the cheetah's powers to run down a fast rabbit.
"I think there's some nice open ground ahead that would be perfect." She gave a sniff to see if any were out yet in the cool night air. Biborka threaded her way into the grass to see what she could discover.
