Moonspear cat and mouse

Famine roll > 1

He had found some traces of something foreign on his last patrol. A pile of fresh droppings, to start with. A few meters away, a naked tree had been gouged clean of its bark, and the hard skin lay in tatters across the roots and rocks below. He studied the marks with as much care as he studied all things - which is to say, Lazarus wasn't entirely interested - but he was bored, and hungry, and in need of a good fight, so he sought to find the culprit of this dishevelment and put and end to things. If it was an interloping wolf he would find great pleasure in tearing out its throat, and would present the head and heart to Amekaze. If it were something more foreign, something that he was not so equipped to deal with, then... He would have to figure things out if that moment arose. For now Lazarus paced like a great pale bear through the trees, he followed one of the naturally curving paths of the mountain as he hunting for further signs of this beast. Yet he would not succeed; the taunting of the cougar would persist for another day, as Lazarus found himself on the edge of a precipice and with nothing to show for his hunt.