Lake Rodney burn

but it was not to be; shardul glanced upward and into the burning yellow eyes of a wolf. a growl rose in the panther's throat; he hissed through the gloom an epithet that perhaps only his ears could decipher. anger welled in his gut and in a blurred motion the cat had moved from the edge of the water into the treeline, skulking unseen toward the brazen animal.

had the wolf an iota of brainpower left, he would depart, for the night was shardul's dominion, and he hungered for the blood of that which was beneath him. long toes gripped the earth silently; the night's breath was a caress against his flanks as he glided inexorably toward the wolf's post.