Ghost Lion Crag wilting lotus

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He had seen nothing, but she had, and he folded back his ears as he watched her expression shift and her lips part to form words that refused to leave her tongue. He turned, shifting backward a pace as his eyes fell on the cougar. "I take it he's not a friend of yours?" he quipped, casting a sidelong glance to the area around them as she too looked behind for an escape trail. There was only one option, and he would hesitate no longer to take it.

"Time to go!" He called, and he spun on his heels and sailed past her with a quick nip at her haunch to spur her, making split-second decisions on which way to go as he weaved around the stone and navigated the crooked planes of the crag.