Open Left with fear... (Open)

[Qent Liston]

The panther chewed on the bit of flesh left on the animal she captured.
She tried to lift her left paw, but the wound in her shoulder made it barely possible.
Why does she always get hunted...A talking Panther/Dragon, it shouldn't be feared by only the cover.
Fear only fear itself, but not me...
A sigh escaped from the jaws of the Panther.
Everytime she tries to make contact, something bad happens....
Maybe it is better to die then, maybe the hunters are right.
Qent, the Panther, turned her head to the sky and growled as loudly as possible, with every little piece of pain in it.