She stalks, silently, knowing that no one can see her.  She checks over her shoulder, yes the pack is there and will help take down the prey.

Another of her kind distracts.

The velocirapti-cat jumps and attacks, her killing claws extended.   She takes out her prey and saunters away. Another successful hunt.

The shirt is dead.

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