Kintla Flatlands Kitty Fight Club

he watched, aghast, from where he had paused in his patrol his visit to the maplewood pack had been uneventful, and the return trip thus so, as well. some time after he had come back, dante had called a meeting to inform the blacktail wolves of their intent to depart.

when that had met its natural end, taltos had sought the comfort of the outlying borders to breathe and to think of their next step. it would begin to snow soon -- he wished to be moved before the drift grew too deep to facilitate travel.

the scream of wildcats drew him swiftly; he danced on quiet feet toward the sound, wondering if they sought the plateau. but when he arrived, the lynx was in its last throes, and some small pathetic creature threw its meal into the brush -- the acrid scent reached him eventually.

but the pile of meat to the side of the dead predators would make a fine addition to their caches; he tossed back his head to summon the plateau wolves and began to down the incline, where he tensely approached the dead animal and began to fill his belly and tear apart pieces to carry home.