She stood poised at the edge of instinct. Every fibre of her being was made for this. No creature could hide from her gaze, her eyes are sharper than an assassin’s blade. Her hearing is keener than those who rely solely on that sense. Her whole existence is attuned to this dance. As she feels that familiar surge of adrenaline exploding through her veins, she lets herself soar off that familiar cliff and gives her body to the instinctive spirit inside her.