Stone Circle primal instinct

the young cat yowled, but shardul did not heed the threats he spat. no better than a jackal was the youthful usurper, and the experienced silverpelt matched the step with one of his own, refusing to be intimidated by the whelp. he did not kill his own kind, as a rule, but the attitude of the upstart forced the idea into consideration. showing his own yellowed fangs unto the cat, shardul's hackles bristled and he began to circle 'round, fluffed pelt padding out the already prodigious heft of his body.

in a blur he struck, lashing with long claws toward the right side of the tawny feline's long body. shardul intended to blind, to maim, to rip and tear until he had cast the would-be prince from his land and screamed victorious after his retreating tail.