This had played out to be a beautiful rendition of predator chasing prey, although it had been two predators, one that had been in their standard canine form, and one that ran on two legs wielding and manipulating a makeshift weapon. Not too many choice encounters of the such happened in the way this one did, and while this had certainly caught the Ayastigi off guard for a moment, after the frantic thrill and rush of the hunt had passed, this was to be quite an interesting collaboration. She could note the frenzy of bloodlust and the hunt cloud his judgement and send the canine into a state of pure ecstasy. She too felt the red hot adrenaline pump through her veins after the excitement of the chase, her own pupils wide and dilated with elation, although it probably wasn't anywhere as near intense as the one who had locked his jaw upon the neck of the wapiti and was to taste the still alive blood upon his tongue before death had washed over the elk. The hybrid had released his grip, and seeming Asha had noted he was slowly coming out of his bewilderment of the hunt.
As the male hybrid had turned to look at her, her amber eyes locked upon his own golden gaze. Breathing deeply to recover her lost breath, there was a moment of shared silence to where she only kept his gaze with an unreadable expression, before her eyes strayed upon the two arrows that were embedded deeply within the flank and haunch of the wapiti, and the reservoirs of blood that ran from its multiple wounds from the kill. Flicking her russet hued plume from behind her, the Amara then began to approach the predator and his brought down prey at a confident sort of stride. Asha had been a little thing for her Optime form, only standing to five foot five, and built quite small, although her demeanor made up for her size in leaps and bounds. To see the male exposing his blood plastered fangs might have made her a little uneasy and maybe have another be a little more than apprehensive to approach, but the Ayastigi was not afraid, whether the male would snap at her coming close or not. Her gesture was only to retrieve her arrows, in which once coming upon the now lifeless wapiti, swiftly knelt down to where she was at somewhat of a mutual level of height with the hybrid.
Through the whole process, her amber eyes were transfixed upon his golden ones. Her expression was unreadable, but as she yanked out the projectiles from the carcass, the area where the arrows had entered began leaking more profusely with blood. The specially crafted arrows were stained with crimson to the very middle shaft of the anatomy of the projectiles, and with one of them, Asha had brought the head of the arrow to her jaws in order to lick at the rigid point, to get a sample tasting of the wapiti. The metallic flavor burst upon her tongue, and she swished what she had tasted around in her jaws to get the full effect of the flavor. Instantly did she begin to salivate more, as wapiti was surely a rare delicacy in anyone's diet around these parts. "You won't find a taste like this in any other regions around here. This is the only place. Rare, and very delicious."
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