Like many outer suburbs, the immediate neighborhood had a deer problem. Beth had counted on this in making her plans for the night. The two big cats came out the window, then jumped off the roof onto the garage roof and then to the ground. The scents were amazing, vivid and intense beyond anything either had ever experienced as a human being. Part of the scent was indeed deer. The two began moving towards the edge where the suburb bordered on open country.
When they located the deer they split up, staying downwind from their prey as much as possible. Beth had been careful to program their new bodies with as much animal hunting instinct as possible. The two managed to get fairly close on opposite sides of the deer without being detected. Then Beth leaped onto its back, claws out and going for a bite on the nape of the deer's neck aimed at severing the spine. The bite missed, as the deer started. Jeff came under the desperately kicking and bucking cervine, going for the throat. She got hold of the skin of the underside of the neck, taking a nasty kick in the process, and the combined weight of the two cats drove the buck to the ground. Beth was thrown off, but landed on her feet and quickly came in, as both cats savaged the prey's neck for the kill.
Jeff couldn't believe it. The meat was incredible, and the moments when her sister's rough, scaly tongue was licking the deer's blood off Jeff's neck was the mostly intensely sensual moment of her life, nearly matched by the time she reciprocated. She had never felt closer to Beth. The male human called "Jeff," on the other hand, seemed very far away.