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In the steps to follow, the pungent aroma of another predator teased his senses. His hackles prickled with unease as his focus adjusted, abandoning the pursuit of sussing out Hydra for ensuring his own hide didn't end up snared in teeth unwarranted. It did not take him long to narrow down the creature that prowled just beyond his line of sight; cougars were definitely not the sort he would tangle with. Perhaps it would have been worth harassing if he had been in the company of spry ilk and of the inclination.

His steps slowed to a stop, uncertain along the rocky spars and tall grasses whether it was better to keep moving or hold his ground. The feline sort was uncommon in his travels, though he found himself cursing for the decision to wander at nightfall across hunting grounds—cougars did like their prowling from on high after all, and his time with Moonspear had not left him unaware of this.

An unwavering gaze scanned over the terrain for a spell; he dare not blink lest he were to miss something. That something came on the heels of him deciding to relent—the flicker of a tail perhaps, bobbing and disappearing into the brush, or maybe yet the ruse of it to play and prey on eyes and tightening grip of unease that conjured it up. He let out a breath quiet and slow, almost hitching when he drew in the scents of the wilderness again.

Perhaps it were nothing at all.

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