Panther Park BWP3: PREY OPPORTUNITY

Pallas heard the howl, and curiously obliged it. At a steady trot she crested the rise until she came upon a small gathering, all of whom were ultimately unfamiliar save Malice and the dark-haired female that had intercepted her and Zephyr at the swamp's summit. Haughtily Pallas' hackles rose and she wasted no time aligning herself near the Moonlit wolves, though none knew her besides the pregnant alpha.

Pallas felt her hackles raise as she watched Nemesis, and stiffly she stalked towards both the Blackfeather wolf and the panther, her hackles raised in large rifts on her back and haunch. She was hungry, hungrier than she had ever been and her life, and was not about to let her inaction be the loss of a meal. Assertively she strode towards the panther, though kept out of his striking range. She would wait until a wolf stupidly attacked it and was killed, or she would wait for the panther to die: either way, Pallas would eat tonight.