Lake Rodney burn

aided by the moonlight, shardul could see clearly the body of the wolf, moving down toward the water's edge. a foolish sort, he decided, padding noiselessly after the lupine. tailtip twitched at his heels -- the panther did not crouch to spring, for the taste of wolf-blood rested foully upon his tongue. he amused himself with the extension of his claws against the earth, the clench of powerful muscles in his shoulders -- shardul reminded himself that he could easily dispatch the stupid animal if he so chose.

"if thou leavest now, i shall not give chase," came the cat's voice, almost pleasant with the low purr beneath his words. yet as he emerged into eyeshot he knew his form was terrifying, and showed his long teeth unto the wolf.