Emberwood to what end

Landing on his feet had saved him some bruises, but the bracing of his legs upon the forest floor wasn't that much better. Nothing broke, but he would be sore for a few weeks. And when the wolf advanced upon his position, Micco had become a puddle of shadow with his eyes catching the light of the moon - an eerie reflection settled there, making the cat look like a pair of floating eyes. Very angry eyes. If the wolf got too close, Micco would defend himself. He was already bunching himself up; tucking his limbs beneath himself, wrapping his tail about his haunch, and keeping his attention glued on the excessively furry creature before him. His head was low and snake-like, with ears planted back, and his eyes were saucers, ready for imminent danger. Through it all, his yowling - meant to scare away the approaching threat, or warn of his impending attack should they continue - rose up to haunt the forest.