There was a moment that hunting became the most important part of her.
Leondra didn’t know when it had happened. When watching and waiting became as easy as breathing. When taking an animal down in one shot became what she expected when she pulled the trigger, rather than what she hoped. When dressing the carcass didn’t cause her any hesitation.
When she ate well on her own, well enough to then help other people eat well. To afford the place she was staying in.
Hunting was important to her family, her family that all had the beast inside of them, telling them to be a predator.
Yet Leondra was the only one. She was the huntress.