Autumnrain was hunting. She stood silently in the forest, keenly aware of all the sights and smells around her. She liked hunting. In fact, it was not the hunting that she liked so much; it was simply being out in the forest. It was one of things that made her feel most at home. She flexed her claws and stretched her back, limbering up so that she would be ready in case any prey did come along. She couldn’t smell any prey at the moment, only the scent of another Harvester. Autumn decided to set off in the direction where she thought the scent was coming from. “Damien?” she said, calling out to the cheetah who must’ve somewhere nearby.
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