Sunbeam Lair A secret lost pet city on the moon

There wasn't a lot to be found for Dragomir here; without the appeal of the abundant plants, the Lair was just another pretty place. He could smell the tracks and feces of various small mammals alongside some other, more leather-and-stone smells, but there was nothing to heat the blood of a hunter presently here. Nothing, that is, until he trampled through a fern and felt it shudder.

He froze on the spot with both a hind paw and a forepaw dangling in the air. Dragomir watched with sheepish, guilty eyes as a black-masked face rose out of the foliage, attached to a pair of bony shoulders. How the heck had he not seen those? Too focused on his nose, he guessed. It would be a little while yet before he could utilize all his senses simultaneously. Right now, he paid too much attention to one or the other and forgot about the remaining ones. When he was on a scent trail, he forgot to use his ears. Sometimes he forgot to use his eyes. When he was listening intently, sometimes Dragomir forgot to scent or taste the wind. That was how he practically walked on Mou without noticing he was there.

The first thing Dragomir noticed was not, as one might assume, Mou's missing eye. His mother's one eye was so damaged it might as well have been taken from its socket, so to him, this wasn't that unusual. He also didn't notice the hideous knot of scar tissue across his throat, either, having a father with a very similar injury. Instead he noticed the thin strap of black that looped around his throat. It smelled burnt and unnatural to his nose, unlike anything he had ever encountered. Forgetting his manners, Dragomir pulled back in response, wrinkling his muzzle a little as he asked, you okay? Whassat?