Snippet #2422130

Tillia stopped when the trail of blood ended. She pushed the but of a spear into the ground and started to look around. Her brow furrowed as she tried to think of what to do now. The end of the trail probably meant that the Cat had left the ground for a tree.

Tillia closed her eyes and flicked her tongue out to try and catch a scent. She nearly recoiled with embaressment. That wasn't how human's smelled she reminded herself. Trying again she smelled and listened for anything in the woods around her.

A couple moments later the sound human speak pricked her ears. Accompanied by the scent of bloody fur and she found her target. She positioned the spear as she calculated how to throw. The spear was airborn seconds later and heading slightly left of her target.

She was aiming to miss anyway. It's only purpose was to flush him out. When the spear disapeared form her sight. She darted up another tree with the spare spear between her teeth. She waited for the cat to make a move out of the tree. As soon as he ran, she would follow and the chase could begin.