Spotted Eagle Mountain little voice

the silver cat had ranged after a lame elk stag, following on the ground and through the thicker branches of overhanging trees. the animal sensed his skulking and pressed on, but he saw the loll of its tongue, the heave of its sides -- he knew that it would only be some time before it collapsed from exhaustion. and so he kept after it, until a timely opening in its defenses let the hard flash of his paw knock it dazed, and upon the heels of this blow came the fatal pierce of his long teeth.

he had left the tortured little soul in the den -- shardul was confident that he would not stray -- and so he ate at his leisure, dragging what he could of the carcass up onto a rock outcropping and carrying a haunch home on which to gorge himself.

the scent of wolves came to him as he neared his encampment -- shardul snarled around his burden and dropped it. yellow eyes burned with anger as he watched a she-wolf haul-drag his captive down the rocks, and a scream built within him until it splintered from his jaws and he leapt into a run, lunging after the pair.