<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/a936af8b2814f37565a98c55bad892ce/tumblr_mfe4hoj3DD1r7wrq1o1_250.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Safiya<br/><strong>Current Form:</strong>Draconic<br/><strong>Players Nearby:</strong>Dak, Ky<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The ledges<br/><hr/><br/>It was tempting to lay down in the sun, especially after being cramped up within the caverns throughout the night, but the growling of her stomach demanded otherwise. She wanted to sink her teeth into something now rather than later.<em>Couldn't we nap in the sun afterward with full stomachs?</em>She suggested impatiently while maintaining the delicate balance of not accidentally falling down the ledge. That had happened one too many times in her youth, and it was not fun to recovery from those aches and pains.<em>Or we could drag the carcass up here.</em>She took a moment to consider that suggestion with a sharp exhale from her nostrils.<em>No, that might be more trouble than its worth.</em><br/><br/>Safiya did not mind sharing her space with Ky since she dd not have to worry about the other dragoness trying to snap out of her. Out of all their years together, a small trust had developed at least from Safiya's perspective. Yet, even still, she did not make an effort to move closer than necessary. Her tail swished up and down before she turned her neck around to peer over her shoulder in the direction of the rolling lands of greens in the distance. With their conversation turning to Reo, her eyes lifted upward to stare at him. Her snout scrunched up with unexplained annoyance shimmering with the deep pools of her eyes.<em>Yes, smells like fish to me too. It stinks..</em>One could not be sure if the insult was to the dragon's catch or him. Either way, Safiya did not bother with a elaboration. The more they talked about food, the more Safiya was ready to go find a suitable meal. For some reason, her ability to find food and capture food successfully rose when she hunted in a group. Saf knew this to be a weakness so it was one she constantly worked to overcome. In the future, she wanted to be as ready as possible to nourish herself on something other than rabbits and rats.<br/><br/>Already, the thrill of hunting pulsed within her blood, and she always found the chase exhilarating. Each hunt was different yet the same in an odd way. The smell of the fear permeating the air. Tremble of nervousness. Pounding of her prey's hearts and hers joined as one. But, she was not a tormentor. Her meals were always given a quick death before she tore into their flesh. The sound of another approaching caused her to shift her dark brown eyes in their direction. Upon seeing Dak, her hackles rose a little while she kept her eyes pinned to him warily. She inched backward towards the edge while spreading out her wings a bit, feeling the air drift across sensitive flesh. His desire to join garnered no overt reaction from her other than a tilt of her head to the side.<em>I don't care as long a you stay away from my target.</em>Whatever wariness disappeared since she wanted it to be absolutely clear that her belongings were off limits. Hoping Ky planned to follow, she turned to face the steep ledge then jumped off the ledge and completely extended her wings to catch the air. Unlike some, she conserved her energy with mostly gliding rather than flapping about like a bird.