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The wandering feline had very little contact with anything that wasn't food, and rightly so. In his lifetime he had encountered wolves, but only twice before: as a yearling, curious, stupid, and utterly bombastic in his manners; a few months prior, when a wandering wolf had caught his scent and chased him from his sleeping place; and now this. The scent was suddenly making sense in his head, and Hassun was not exactly pleased with the thought of encountering another mangy dog. He paused in his approach and began to change direction, his eyes never leaving the flickering silver between the trees even as the stranger changed his own direction. He inadvertently came closer, severing Hassun's escape plan. The only way out now was a direct confrontation, or a scramble up the nearest tree - but a quick glance by the lynx made his ears shoot back and pupils begin to dilate with hostility; if he climbed this tree, he'd be stranded. No more thought — the cat lurched out from his hiding place and in one fell swoop, was standing face-to-snout with the metallic hound. A low warning murmur rose from his throat, and Hassun's fur began to spike erratically from the sudden appearance.