Stone Circle primal instinct

his attack met with brief resistance, then tore through yielding flesh. shardul hissed as the hot scent of blood filled the air. but the boy did not leave -- no, he paced toward shardul again. the silver feline was surprised, but the expression did not find its mark upon his cold features; he gave a rasped growl and moved toward the upstart again, the end of his tail twitching with his forcibly concealed ire.

he did not speak -- the younger cat had proven his mind was too foolish for reasoning -- and shardul was silent, awaiting the other's strike, his body hard with tensed muscles.