☾༺Shya༻☽

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The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the savanna as Severus Snape reviewed the day's hunt with his lieutenants. Shya, her dusty lagoon skin shimmering with vibrant rainbow tiger stripes, leaned against a rock, her Egyptian makeup a stark contrast to her disheveled mane. Her golden leg jewelry jingled softly as she idly scratched her ear, the bright yellow septum and triple ear piercings catching the light.

One of the lieutenants, attempting to explain a failed ambush, stammered through a detailed account of their strategy.

**Lieutenant:** "...and we believed the wind would be in our favor, but..."

Shya cut him off with a loud, sarcastic laugh.

**Shya:** "Oh, *the wind*. Because clearly, the wind is the only factor that could possibly affect a hunt. Did you account for the fact that zebras have eyes, or that they might, you know, *run*?"

The lieutenant flushed, but Snape remained impassive. He'd grown accustomed to Shya's blunt commentary.

**Snape:** (Voice low, controlled) "Your assessment, Shya?"

Shya pushed herself off the rock, her jaguar companion lumbering clumsily behind her, nearly tripping over a lieutenant's paw.

**Shya:** "Your plan was sound, Severus, in theory. But you underestimated the zebras' capacity for sheer, unadulterated panic. And your positioning...well, let's just say it made them look less like prey and more like participants in a bizarre, equine game of tag."

The jaguar, seemingly oblivious to the tension, nudged Snape's leg, causing him to stumble slightly. The unexpected disruption, however, caused Snape to reconsider the lieutenant's report with a fresh perspective.

**Snape:** (To the lieutenant) "Perhaps we should reconsider our approach. Shya's point about the zebras' reaction is valid."

Shya, despite her criticism, offered a rare, genuine smile.

**Shya:** "See, Severus? Even chaos can be useful. Though I'm still not sure what the jaguar's contribution was there."

The jaguar, in response, licked Snape's face, causing a ripple of laughter among the lieutenants. The tension eased, replaced by a grudging acceptance of Shya's chaotic, yet surprisingly effective, influence. Snape, despite his irritation, knew Shya's snarky commentary and the jaguar's unpredictable interventions were a necessary counterbalance to his own meticulous planning. The paradox, like Shya herself, was a valuable, if unpredictable, asset.
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