She crouched in the tall, tawny grasses, her glittering skin disguised by the soil and the foliage, her hair the same golden colour of the grass. Emmett watched her with a feeling bordering on awe, as he always seemed to feel when his lover went hunting.
Rosalie was at home in Africa, he thought. Like the lioness she was hunting, she was the ultimate predator, sleek, sexy, and deadly.
Beautiful.
She glanced back at him, eyes filled with hunger. Licking her lips, she signaled him, and Emmett moved slowly, stealthily, into position.
There was always something to be said of this wild land. So open and free to vampire hunting, so little chance of being caught. They needed this break from their family, to indulge and be together.
Moving, chasing, hunting… and he dashed forward with his lover to claim their prey. Not as good as grizzly, maybe, but definitely the next best thing.