[color=darkcyan][h3] Deeandra~[/h3][/color] The sound of sand sifting caused the snow leopard’s ear to shoot backwards listening carefully for foul play. Wind blowing, it became uncertain whether the noise assumed to be a voice was merely a trick of the brain. Eyes remaining on the scene before her, one singular ear began moving in a semi-circle motion attempting to detect a source. Hissing to herself, Dee reluctantly removed herself from the sniper rifle, turning to look in Marliena’s eyes only to be met with confusion. [color=darkcyan] [i] So, you didn’t hear anything did you? Of course not.[/i][/color] The lack of a confirmation left Dee with a bitter taste in her mouth. Standing up she walked over to the cat grabbing a handful of fur at the base of the throat, pulling her close then staring her in the eyes, her deadly irritation coming off in waves. Pushing her back once more, the silent message was passed. She would be the one to investigate. Heading back to her own post, Dee kneeled back down placing taking her attention back to the drop-off in time to see one crate loaded into the vehicle. Her fur was on ends with the static in the air. One crate was not enough. What was really taking only minutes, felt like hours. Deeandra all but resisted the urge to shoot every last gator herself in frustration, knowing this would only slow the process. Taking a deep breath she attempted to regain her composure. [color=darkcyan] [i]Only a couple more to go and we will be set for months. [/i] [/color] [i]*Marleina*[/i] Busy taking notes on Marc’s future promotion, the noise of her boss’ movement was the only reason she looked up from her pad. The golden eyes were asking her a question, one she did not have the answer to….She missed something. Opening her mouth to inquire on the matter her jaw slammed shut as her fur became a tangled mob in the leopard’s grasp. Heart stopping mid beat, the severity of the error stared at her, threatening death. Between her confusion and the force behind the push, it took all of her grace to avoid falling in the action. Turning in a 180, she immediately scanning the area as she made her way into the distance. Within moments her body became masked in a combination of wind and sand. [@VKAllen][@FallenTrinity][@Kafka Komedy]