Panther Park Singing My Coy Cry

A song dances in the day, taken straight from her lips.

She'd come out again. You know, to see the interesting things! Funky smells that smelled like ass smelled all the fun to smell. So, she came that way. To smell them! What she didn't know to be stinky big cats would prove all the more enticing to her. That chill in her bones cried for a larger thrill. They cried for rush.

What better way to satiate that rush than a being appealing with the title of new, no matter who they were.

So, this time she beckoned strangers to come play with her. Strangers to come amuse her! Strangers to do stranger things and do their little dances in a valley that could be her death.

Death was attractive anyways, she figured! Big, tall, handsome and inevitable!

Come, come, come. Come, come, come.

He couldn't help himself but to follow. Their newest was quite peculiar, and far too mysterious for his liking. The way she'd shown up and randomly thrown herself at his feet. Perhaps he was too presumptuous — but in these times, he could not be too absent-minded. 

The question of why she wanders here roams his mind. Along with, where does she intend to go... or, who does she intend to meet? The possibilities were endless. But then, that was why he was here. To find these answers out for himself.

Strangers were being slow. Or rather, her view of slow. She'd taken her sweet time after settling in one spot, stopping to rest on the forest floor. It was far more dense here than she could have expected.

Her back was soon slithering about, belly to the air to stick the new aromas on her pelt. To feel sensations she'd not been given before. Miles of sand offered no such thing. Now grass rolled under her body as dunes once would, and instead of swallowing her, it kept her afloat. Nothing would replace home, but this allowed her a sweet rebound. WIGGLE WIGGLE WIGGLE.

Stopping to lazily rest on her side and look about, she snorted from the unusual amounts of pollen in her nose.

Unknowing to the fact that a 'stranger' had come.

Sunspots had been very distracted lately, having a hard time hunting and completely forgetting to dig a cave to sleep in. He preferred to sleep in the open air, attentive to all the scents of the night... especially one.

The new female drew his attention and made him hold his breath. Every time she caught her scent, he would rush to follow, though he rarely found her. She was mysterious, and he liked that. That day he had hesitated upon finding her scent, but in the end he had decided to follow him.

He had just seen her beautiful fur when he detected another scent: Khaba. He twitched his ears in frustration. Khaba believed that all the females in the pack were his, and contradicting him would not end well, Sunspots had learned that the hard way.

He lowered his tail in submission, but kept away from him and the female, the last thing he wanted was trouble. He would find a way to get closer, but first he had to know what mood Khaba was in and if he would let him get close