Ghost Lion Crag wildcat

it had been long since she had scented the aurma of wildcat, longer still since she had ever fought such a creature. she hardly remembered the time, and yet the scent suddenly thick around her brought back hazy memories of a battle; shortlived yet brutal. she was wary, falling still as her ears swivled atop her skull and gaze flickered between the trees, attempting to gauge it's location and whether or not it would be a threat. 

she did not know of the immense hunger that made the wildcat of so dangerous, nor they way it stalked; clearly in search of prey. had she known such, she would in all likelyhood have run, for hunger was a deadly variable that increased the feriocity of an opponent. especially when one could very well be it's next meal.