Ouroboros Spine Just looking for a fight

regipre had gone into herself, and timber was scarce. shardul was all but alone, as he had been, and while he welcomed such a situation, he also found it odd. the cat ranged as his species was wont to do, and for some hours he moved in silence through the shadows along the edge of his route. his artistry upon the body of the pale hollow-dweller had whetted his appetite for darker pleasures, the extraction of such agonies from the quivering flesh of a wolf until its wearer could bear no more, and collapsed into death. 

the scents of mud and of water flowered in his senses, reminding shardul that it had been several hours since his thirst had been slaked. the need grew more urgent; his body cried for the water that was surely nearby, and the cat silently scolded himself for allowing his base requirements to go so long unfulfilled.

he too was lured by the empty gift of water, but movement along the mountain-bank brought shardul to a halt. his eyes glimpsed the thin, wavering ribbon of that which he so craved, but his nostrils were filled with the scent of mud, the stink of wolf. and so he crouched in silence, attempting to carve from the shadows the as-of-yet unseen body of the nearby lupine.