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

this wolf was more intelligent than most -- the male whirled to face the cat -- and so shardul relaxed, slipping easily into view as he created a semicircle of trekking upon broad and noiseless paws. the scent of the wolf was that which had been tangled tightly into the withers of shardul's latest victim -- the cat's features contorted into a thoroughly humourless grin. "did he die, thy fellow?" came the purr of his cunning voice, followed by a dry hiss of mocking laughter. if he could not immediately strike, he would toy. that was his law.