Barrow Fields Barracuda

She was irritated, and Warbone knew its source without having to be told. Their lives had been at stake, but not according to the bloodied gladiator who had practically grown up alongside the vicious cats. Knowing the subtle differences between an established cougar and one without any claim, he had seen nothing but a nuisance in the large predator. And inexperienced or unsettled felines were infinitely easier to deal with.

He had a snide response for her words, but didn't think she would take too kindly to his dry wit at the moment. Though why he was so cautious of her opinion in particular was a mystery even to himself. She glided past him, the set of her body tense with observable vexation. Warbone breathed heavily, watching her go for a long moment before he began following her; plodding slowly and heavily.