Lorazys turned her head and saw the hawk, but paid it no mind, as there was more choice meat over in the bush. She got low and slowly tread towards the bush, her cold, blue eyes, just hungering for the sight of the food. As she got closer, she could barely see it, a nice, plump, juicy-looking wildcat. Her mouth watered at the thought of such a voluptuous meal that would probably tie her over for the day. Lorazys growled as she leapt at the bush.