[ Ciri's already running, but there's a lot of distance to cover. She watches, swearing again, as Pancake rears and Viktor slides off; turns out it would have been too lucky to get an exceptionally calm horse, no matter how well-trained he was supposed to be. There's no accounting for panic in the face of a predator.
Speaking of which. The cat lands in a crouch beside Viktor, lips curling to show its long, yellow teeth. Its tail lashes back and forth, claws digging into the dirt. The horse might have been its original intent, but now there is new prey, smaller and weaker and easier to pick off.
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Speaking of which. The cat lands in a crouch beside Viktor, lips curling to show its long, yellow teeth. Its tail lashes back and forth, claws digging into the dirt. The horse might have been its original intent, but now there is new prey, smaller and weaker and easier to pick off.
And Ciri is definitely still too far away. ]