Kintla Flatlands Kitty Fight Club

Dante happened to be nearby when Lasher called, for he had been tracking prey himself. The news was delivered and a discussion had ensued, but that did not mean they could be complacent. Winter was coming.

Lasher's summons heralded an easy kill, however, so Dante left his current course to attend to the soon to be alpha. Picking up his pace, he ran at a rolling gallop, attempting to close the distance quickly. Scavenged kills rarely set unimposed for long. As he ran, he joined his call to Lasher's, hoping it would further the range. Come, fresh food awaits. Perhaps more would hear and partake.