Otatso Wetlands Underdog

blood flowed and the silver cat was made heady, drunk, upon the scent of it. he followed at a lope the trajectory of the reeling, wounded creature, striking every so often at a heel, a flank, until he tired of the game and leapt, intending to sink his claws into her haunches and draw her beneath him for the true nature of his dark diversions. "thou shalt come with me!" the puma laughed lowly, for this was truly the action for which he had been made, been created.

shardul was delighted.