F E R O X
Ferox can hear the wind singing in her ear as the thrill of the chase courses through her veins. The hooves of the young stag thrum as quick as Ferox's heart. Inna teaches power and grace.
Inna's paws are nimble and sure stepped, leaping forward with each stride. Quick! A back flick with her right ear! Imdemne takes her place on the right as Ferox falls back and brings up the rear.
This is Ferox's favourite part. Where the trio flows like water and relentlessly crashes their might down onto their prey. Both Inna and Imdemne close up the path of escape for the stag and slows down its gait. Ferox leaps in the second hesitation and holds fast. The stag to buck Ferox off, but her claws are reaching for its throat. With a last struggle, he tires out. Imdemne deals the final blow and the stag falls to the ground. A glint of pride shines in Inna's eyes as she acknowledges her kits with a nod.
Ferox leans in close, looking at the stag - thank you - and the light fades from his eyes.
Their hearts are satisfied with the rush, but their bodies are still yearning for the same nourishment, so they feast with wild ferocity.
The thrill of the hunt is daring and fierce, but there is a certain sharpness and danger when Ferox cooks for others. It's her heart laid bare as she puts her spirit into a dish. The excitement lets her mind wander and dream up ideas for her future dishes in the restaurant.
After watching Timber dance through the kitchen, it's Ferox's turn to copy his steps. The smell of garlic in the air sets the ambience. While eggs cracking and dough hitting the counter create the rhythm in her mind.
The dish today is ravioli. There is power when kneading the dough, fierceness when slicing the beef, but a gentleness when forming the little pockets of pasta. There is learned patience when watching the pasta cook, the caress when plating the dish, but there is anticipation when a guest sits to eat their meal.
When the plate is set on the table, Timber takes a measured look at it before picking up his fork and knife. With a clean cut he separates the ravioli in two. His gaze betrays nothing as he takes the first bite.
Ferox feels the water bead in her palms and bunches her hands in the apron to stop them from shaking.
Timber spares her from further agony as his face splits into a smile.
"Woo!" A weight lifts off of her and she jumps into the air. Timber levels his head and gives her an admonishing look. Ferox smiled sheepishly and settled down, though her face still shines with joy.
As a kit who feels as feral as she looks, her soul still lights up when she is in the city. Ferox is content that she can share both worlds.
Forest Life
City Life
The Rabbit
The cold wind was sweeping through the forest, but Ferox was not willing to return home empty handed on her first solo hunt.
Ferox could practically hear the scoffs of her den mates if she was the only one to return without a catch. With renewed vigor, she traced her way back to the traps she laid the morning before.
Her first trap came up empty, but by the way the binding was chewed through, it was obvious that her prey escaped. It also stole the morsel of bait she laid, Ferox thought dejectedly, but she moved on to check the next trap.
Her second trap has not even been touched, which Ferox realized after her tail brushed the wire. She heard the whoosh of the net as it caught her leg and dragged her high into the tree. The pine needles stung her face, along with the feeling of embarrassment sting her eyes. Ferox felt like the earth needed to swallow her whole after just thinking about if the others saw her trying to escape from her own trap.
Yet the third trap! Oh yes the third trap held a white hare struggling to escape the net dangling in the tree.
"No come back you pest!"
