Ouroboros Spine Just looking for a fight

the wolf had not yet noticed him; shardul remained as still as possible, his sides barely lifting with his controlled breaths. care and attention must be given his movements if he was to capture this foolish creature for his newest imaginings of bloody sadism. the wolf was frustrated, unable to reach the water; the silver cat quietly decided he himself would not attempt to possess the alluring glimmer of liquid, for it was encased in a trap.

presently, weary of being unseen, the cat deliberately shifted, a twig breaking beneath one broad forepaw, and he slowly gathered himself to his paws, like some moonlit and grotesque angel. yellow eyes leveled themselves coldly upon the wolf; shardul's teeth bared in a low hiss, one rife with warning and with intent.