Stone Circle primal instinct

stiff-legged, the cat lashed his tail and stared at the other. it was a young creature, full in the bloom of strength and vigor, but shardul was larger, heavier. it was possible that the tawny cat had a fastness to him that shardul did not share, but whatever their weaknesses, the silver brute was less than appreciative of the other's presence in what he considered an extension of his territory. "these lands belong to me," he snarled, pacing forward. "the flesh of these deer is mine! mine, to me," shardul growled. 

"thou hast been a fool but i shall spare thee if thou leavest now and dost not dare to return," he told the younger creature, though he readied his body for the slash of teeth or flash of talons in retaliation.