45th of winter, 510 AV
Descant had finally decided, today was the day he began his work for Sanctuary, something he needed no training for: hunting. He was an animal, instincts would do most of the work, all he had to do was listen to them. It had been 45 days into winter, he figured he'd sat around taking in his surroundings long enough. After all, Kavala would need his help a lot more being that she was carrying a baby, he understood how taxing that could be, he'd seen her light dim, she couldnt do this on her own. She'd helped him when he needed it most, he would return the favor. Though today, Descant was exactly fond of Kavala. She'd refused to let him eat for three days straight without telling him what her reasons were. But at the moment, he didnt care, they were hunting. They, as in Descant himself, Kavala, and Fade. He didnt want Fade to see him hungry, not like this, he wasnt himself. Recently he'd taken an unexpected interest in Fade, he didnt want her to witness him kill anything, especially while hungry.
The tall grass of the Sea of Grass wasnt as lush as it usually was, being that it was still winter time, everything was still covered in snow. But even though slightly less lush, the grass was still tall enough to hide him from any game he happened to select as his target. But he had to remember that he wasnt hunting for himself, he was hunting for Sanctuary. People were relying on him, but constant hunger pangs still hit him wave afer wave, but he didnt curse them, they helped further his desperation for food, promting him not to fail. He refused to go home without a kill to bring home. Antelope or deer, those were his choices, the only game that had lots of meat and wasnt to big for him to kill. Being a cheetah, his animal body couldnt take much fight like a lion or a tiger's could, but he was faster. He was smarter and faster, and if he could catch his prey's throat, it'd be finished.
He stopped, catching the sight of a deer, female, without any offspring by the look of it. He crouched low and hid as best he could, his fur would be easy to spot, no pun intended, against the powder white snow. He stayed close to the ground, refusing to move, shutting everything else out, the hunger in his belly urging him to move, but he must wait until the moment was right, he got one chance, he wouldnt waste it.