Rising Sun Valley before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves

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His awareness was not commonly acute, but he hunted the most dangerous game and he knew it. On some subconscious level, he sensed the cat's presence before he could hear or see it. The furs along his spine rose with the chill that swept over him, but it was swiftly replaced with a heat born of anger. He spun, bristling, to face the direction he believed the threat to be coming from, his ears pinned forward and his tail stiff. There was no quiet rumbling; he snarled loud and intensely, challenging the cat to come out, to meet him head on. His muscles were coiled and his nails sank into the earth.