Creatures of the night chirped and screeched in the night. The murmurs of laughter and casual conversations hung softly in the night air on this clear moon lit night. The stars of the night sky filled in almost every possible dark spot. A woman walked softly bare footed in the sand as she eyed her druid village. A soft smile playing on her full lips as she walked to a bon fire watching the children play. The fire giving her already tan skin a soft glow. Darker tan stripes graced her arms and legs and her orange eyes seemed to blaze the same color as the fire. Her sandy blonde short cut hair was wild and seemed to have a mind of it’s own. Even as she ran her fingers though it to get it out of her eyes. She was shorter than her kin, her body more compact and strong with a full figure. But to judge this druidess by her size alone would have been a mistake. She bore the scars to prove she was one of their top warriors and hunters. She proudly wore scars on her belly, arms, legs and even a pair across her nose. Though there was one scar she did her best to hide with her fur and leather clothing. The one on her left shoulder that looked to be a bite from another feline druid. Young male warriors much taller and bulkier than her bowed their heads submissively to her as they tried to make eye contact with a potential mate. But Eshasugra was not interested in men tonight. A chubby panther cub bounced and batted his huge paws at another child not yet changed into their feline form. The cub looked more like a saber tooth cat, with thick powerful forepaws and small fangs protruding from his muzzle. His ears where long like a lynx, his tail think like a puma and his tawny fur like a lions. Feline druids were more like a mix of all the great cats. The other child turned and instantly changed, pouncing on the chubbier cub with a high pitched growl. Forcing the other cub to roll over. A maternal laugh lifted from Esha as she watched her brother play. Her laugh brought his curious orange eyes to look up at her. “Esha!” He chirped as he bounded to her. In mid leap he changed into a young boy, though still a bit chubby. She wrapped her arms around the small boy and lifted him in the air and onto her hip. “You’re not supposed to roll over Keno!” She laughed as she pulled him into a warm hug. He just laughed boyishly and snuggled his head into her shoulder. Esha nuzzled her head in an animalistic way against the boys before she began to walk away to her mother’s hut. “C’mon. It’s bed time. Mom asked me to fetch you.” The boy groaned and protested but he didn’t put up much more of a fight. A few steps away she looked down at him. “So… Your birthday is in just a few days. What would my baby brother like for me to get him for his birthday diner?” Her round face holding a warm smile. Keno bounced on her hip with excitement, so much so Esha had to put him down. “Oh! Oh! What can I have?” He jumped up and down holding her hand. Esha laughed again and looked to face her brother. “Your sister is the best hunter in the tribe. You can anything your heart desires. I’ll even catch you a drake.” A bold statement, drakes were smaller dragons but just as deadly. But Esha was confident in her abilities to bring one down. Keno jumped up and down with excitement. “A drake! You’d catch a drake for me?” He sounded humbled and wrapped his thick arms around his sister in a tight hug. “You the best Esha! But… Nah…” He said pulling away to walk beside her again. “I don’t wanna drake… Can I have a boar? Not as big as the one that did that to you.” He points to a gore scar on her belly. “But maybe a medium one?” Esha couldn’t help but laugh as she paused a moment to take her brother’s round chucky cheeks in her hands. “I’ll bring you a fat tasty boar.” She replied softly as she kissed his forehead. Keno bounced with excitement as she led him home. “I’ll be away the next couple of days looking for one for you. You’ll be sure to forget to mention that to mom alright?” Big round eyed scolded Esha as Keno looked up at her. “Not s’posed to hunt alone Esha. The Chief says so.” A playful smile tugged at Esha’s lips as she stood at her mothers hut. She knelt before her little brother, taking both his hands as she pulled him closer. “Well that’s when being the chief’s friend comes in handy.” She said with a mischievous smile. Keno pouted a moment, just looking at her before he whispered a reply. “Mom says your more than friends… What’s that mean?” Esha scoffed and rolled her eyes, standing to her feet. “Good night Keno.” She replied pushing in through the leather flap of the door. She turned to leave but the boy darted out wrapping his tiny arms around her. “Don’t stay away too long. I’ll miss you!” He whimpered as she simply smiled. Reaching her hand back to give him a gentle pat on his back. “Back before you know it.” She said with a reassuring smile before the boy darted in the hut. Friend or not the chief would be furious if he knew she’d gone out alone. Esha’s Rockridge Clan was not at war with the other clans but trespassing was never tolerated, from any clan. She’d even killed a few trespassers of her own. Top huntress and formidable warrior gave her a big head and she was sure that she’d be able to handle anything that crossed her path. She fully planned on sharing the kill with the tribe but that meant her brother would not get choice cuts of the meat. Once Keno picked the meat he wanted she’d share the food with the other tribe members. Esha leaned down and tawny fur erupted all over her body, darker reddish brown stripes traveled up her legs. Creamy fur covered her muzzle down to her belly. Her wild sandy blonde hair formed a wild thick strip of mane on the back of her neck. Formidable fangs grew from her muzzle and her ears grew long. Her padded paws quickened her pace out of the village. She turned a moment looking back at her home, twitching her thick tail once before she turned a final time and left her home. If only she knew this would be the last time in a long time that she’d lay her eyes upon her home. The great cat wasted no time slinking her way through the brush in the forest. Making a bee line for the river below. She followed the cool mountain water for a little bit before she caught scent of a wild boar. “This one smells about right… Oh this one smells better…” She said as she focused on a set of tracks. Silently she waded through the bush to follow the scent and tracks. Coming ever closer to a rival territory. She tried to be aware but the boar was so close. So close to her prey she was hesitant to drop the chase.