she wild and dangerous // o, intro

At three months old, the leopard cub was just starting to reach the age where she wanted to go on exciting, thrilling adventures - and, like all youngsters, she felt invincible. The Tanglewoods were all that she remembered, and she grew tired of the same old rusted junkyard. She'd been too young when she was adopted to remember anything but Fenrir and Amunet as her parents. For now, that made her spoiled rotten and insatiably demanding of her adoptive parents' attention.

Creeping slowly underneath the rusted hull of a half-crushed car, the black furred cub stalked deftly, avoiding the sharp pieces of exposed metal with clumsy luck. Noisy and wobbly, she still needed a lot of training and strength before she got good at this 'hunting' thing, but she grew increasingly confident with each wobbly step. Whiskers twitching, she followed her nose, tracking a rat's scent trail with quickening steps. Tumbling out from under the car, she wiggled her haunches and launched herself into the open - narrowly missing her quarry, as the rat saw her wiggling shadow in time to swerve and dart away from her small claws.

Landing face-first, the girl scampered up and shook herself off without fuss, sinking back into a shaky crouch as she tried to pinpoint where the damned rat scampered off to. Nothing would deter her hunt!