Emberwood to what end

He did not anticipate being spotted - but as the clouds separated above, the moon bathed the area with light. His silhouette was made clear, as was the shine of the wolf's gaze as it locked upon him. Instantly, the puma gave out a low warning noise; he wanted to bare fang and hiss, to strike and flee, but his balance on the tree branch was precarious at best. So all he could do was stare down at the furry thing. His own short fur was spiked and puffed up, with his tail shooting straight up and bristling for a moment - it returned to the branch, curling slightly across the surface after a heartbeat - and that slight imbalance made Micco lose his footing. He slipped backwards, catching at the bark with his rear claws, scrambling with his front limbs, only to come crashing down in to the dark of the tree's base.