Horizon Ridge waterflare

"thou knowest much about me," the silver cat purred sardonically, settling himself again. "luck is not friendly. to be a friend is foolish." tail lashed idly behind him; he glanced beyond ayashe, and then, restless again, circled the female with an appraising glance. "what investment wouldst thou havest in slaying wolves?"

his question was pointed -- he had no use for the woman if she wished other things, such as cubs or marking the boundaries of her own territory. shardul had no want for either -- he roved and slew, and it was the manifestation of his life.