Ocean's Breath Plateau lost in the world

The doe halted and so did the feline, immediately putting a stop to the careful steps that had pulled him so close to her. His eyes wandered her frame to note that she was remarkably in good health and would allow for a great feast if one of the wolves of the pack were to catch her. His frame was low to the earth and his limbs remained bent – should he need to, the lynx would be able to spring from his position in any direction that was required of him. Gul’Dan whispered in the back of his mind, demanding that he continue on and abandon the prospect of the deer, but Bajeera did not heed his words. There were few times when the vessel had the power to disobey the great spirit that resided in him, and his power over his own figure made this occasion quite simple.
 
Deciding to circle the creature a bit, Bajeera was careful with each paw that he placed to the earth. His movements allowed him to circle to the outside of the prey animal with a silent predatory stance, but his eyes were alight with curiosity. The feline knew that there was no fel magic to be had in this animal, but knowing where the deer was and how to get to her would provide him with leverage if he should find himself under heat from the nearby packs.