The faint smell of a doe filled Faylyn's nose as she began her near approach to her prey; her steps silent as she moved slowly against the soft dirt. She brought herself to a slowly trot, quickening her pace to her prey and as she neared, she slowed, keeping her large paws from cracking the branches that surrounded her feet. The doe was in her sights, a close three meters ahead of her, grazing in between the trees that surrounded her. Faylyn dropped her head, her body followed suit and she stayed low to the ground, her eyes dead set on the small animal ahead of her. She felt for the right moment, and as the moment presented itself, Faylyn leapt forward, her back legs pushing her from the ground underneath as she made the short distance to her prey. She grabbed the doe's hind haunches and pulled it down with a large thump as they hit the ground. She moved towards the animal's neck and with one squeeze of her jaws she heard the doe's neck crack and its body was lifeless.<br/><br/>Faylyn looked up and surveyed the area, her yellow eyes darting across the forest. Her ears perked forward as the brief sound of footsteps filled her ears.<span style="font-style: italic">That must be them...they're making it closer to finding me...after all these months</span>She thought in frustration. She took no extra time to think as she took hold of her small kill in her jaws and began dragging it along her side as she cantered forward. The run was tiring, though she prevailed in an effort to run away from her enemies.<br/><br/>She made it to her makeshift home; a tree hollow she had settled in. The opening was hidden by an excess amount of underbrush and small shrubs; some she had positioned herself in an effort to stay shielded. She scooted in backwards, pulling the doe in with her, eager to eat a meal as well as escape from people that meant her harm. She sunk her teeth into the doe, her white face and paws becoming slightly bloody as she enjoyed herself. As her stomach felt full, she left her hollow and dug a small hole for her remaining meal; knowing she may not ever eat it, though she needed to hide her presence. She made it back to her hollow and looked out into the distance before she took rest, hopeful she would be left alone.