Mercer
Eight Years Old || Male || Mentions: Sophie

It had been weeks since the snows had let the tiger escape, and therefore it had also been weeks since he'd had anything larger than a vole to eat. Luckily he'd had a near steady supply of small prey, but it wasn't enough to completely rid him of the annoying emptiness that plagued the pit of his stomach. Pausing for a moment, the male glanced over his shoulder to check on his mate before continuing on in their search for a more substantial meal. Finally a scent drifted on the cold wind, a scent the tiger had almost forgotten due to time. Once more he paused, this time scenting the air and trying to pinpoint what direction the scent was coming from.

Once he figured it out he swung to the east and set out across the snow, hunger driving his pace. It didn't take long for the big cat to get close to his quarry, and he settled into a crouch as the silhouette of a large deer came into view. Carefully he moved forward, freezing whenever the herbivore lifted its head. His slow pace was agonizing, but vital and soon he was close enough to the animal to spring. An explosion of snow accompanied the frantic cry of the buck as his claws sank into its haunches and he pulled the deer to the ground to swiftly end its life. Flanks heaving from the exertion, he turned back to Sophie with a grin. "Time to eat!"

Sophie
6 years | Bengal Tiger | Female | Mentions: Mercer, Lucifer

Damn snow, get off me, the female thought miserably while shaking one of her fore paws to try to rid herself of at least some of the snow that clung to her. The genes that caused her highly desirable coloration also caused her to have unusually thick and soft fur, which in turn was poor at doing part of it's job: repelling water and snow. Sophie's lip was curled in irritation, her ears flat on her head and her eyes down on the snow as she walked so she did not see Mercer looking back at her or she would've acted like everything was okay. She felt a ball of snow forming between the pads of one of her paws so lifted paused to lift that paw to her mouth and use her rough tongue and teeth to remove the snow. She shook her paw again before putting it down and finally looking up to see Mercer was no longer in front of her.

Panic set in for a moment as she scanned the area before she finally saw he had turned and was heading in a different direction. She used leaping bounds to catch with him before settling into a walk again. When Sophie saw him drop into a crouch, she immediately did so also and watched him closely. Her annoyance with the snow had caused her to miss the scent of prey but it was obvious what Mercer's behavior meant. She hung back so as to not interfere and mess with the hunt. The snow slowed her down too much to be of any use to him and besides tigers were used to hunting alone. When the deer cried out, Sophie jumped up and bounded over to her mate. "Good job, hun," she said as she aimed to rub against him. Had she known that they were being watched she would not have been so openly affectionate to him. Sophie then crouched down next to the deer and started to dig in. That was when the wind shifted and she caught the smell of another predator lurking somewhere nearby. Her ears pinned back against her skull as she looked around and tried to find whoever it was. Her body was tense and a growl emanated from her throat as she was ready to attack.

Kohana
Cheetah | Male | Mentions: Mercer, Sophie, Lucifer, Kaya

Mercer
8 Years Old || Mentions: Sophie, Kaya, Kohana, Lucifer

He was just about to ask why his mate was suddenly displaying signs of aggression when a myriad of scents reached him. They all had one thing in common-they were all predators. A low grumbling growl rolled from his own throat as he turned to see where the scents were coming from, pinning his ears back and pulling his lips up from his teeth in an obvious threat. This food was theirs, and he was prepared to kill to protect it.

The first stranger he spotted was the one who happened to be the closest. A white lioness lay crouched against the snow, as if she thought the blanket of white would hide her. She might have been successful if not for the tiger's well developed sense of smell, but that was beside the point now. Flicking his tail, he turned so that he faced the female head on and scanned the surrounding trees for any signs of more lions. He remembered well enough that the lions were usually not caged alone and tended to travel in groups and he was determined to not be surprised. He didn't see any more lions, however he did spot a cheetah peeking around a thick tree nearby.

Lowering his head, his eyes danced back and forth between the two strangers as the third scent teased his mind. He could tell the last cat was close, but he couldn't see anyone else. Suddenly he heard the murmur of a female voice from above him, although he couldn't make out the words. A quick upwards glance was all it took for him to spot the jaguar lounging above them, and he responded by increasing his growl until it vibrated through the air around him. "My mate and I will be eating our fill of this deer first. Anything that is left you may have. However, any of you that get too close before we've finished will become meals yourself." It was obvious that the threat wasn't an empty one as he gave a low chuff to Sophie before turning and tearing into the deer ravenously.

Kohana
Cheetah | Male | Mentions: All

Sophie
6 years | Bengal Tiger | Female

Sophie caught the scents of two more felines in the area and immediately her eyes sought them out. A jaguar in one of the trees. Certainly too far out of reach, even if the trees could hold the weight of a large tiger. And then there was the cheetah by the tree. Their leggy bodies were obviously built for speed but not in deep snow like this. Surely he'd have a hard time getting up and keeping up speeds in the snow. There was one way to find that out... But Mercer had already spoken. Had it been up to her, the other cats would all have been chased away but seeing as Mercer was the one who wasn't impeded by snow and it was technically his kill, she would respect his decision.

She kept tense and alert as she started to dig in despite two of the cats' words, both in case they decided they didn't want to wait and in case more big cats were attracted to the kill. She wasn't so much worried about the cheetah, certainly one his size and build would be easy to kill if they could catch him, but the lioness and jaguar were more worrisome. When the lioness inched forward and bobbed her head expectantly as if she was owed any part of this kill, Sophie's tail lashed angrily behind her and ears were pinned back as another angry growl emanated from her throat. What the lioness did in response would determine whether or not Sophie attacked her but Sophie wasn't liking the lioness's gal or attitude. At least the cheetah and jaguar were smart enough to not act entitled.