Felltree Marsh be quiet and drive

He can feel the swish of air against his nose as the cat's claws nearly score his face. It was a close call for the youth, one unlucky misstep could be the difference between life and death. Avicus is still fresh on his mind. But today, he is graced by luck—for now.

Jumping back a pace farther away, he barks rashly at the beast.

Alone, he knows he has a severe disadvantage.

Thief. The boy mutters in distaste, plotting his next best move.

And after a long standoff, he realized that was, begrudgingly, a tactical retreat. 

With a last snort, he turned and disappeared back into the marsh