Panther Park The waves crushed the ugly, my shores were pretty

Round ear twitching to the gentle sound of pawsteps, Greyback shot up immediately and turned, tailed raised and fur along his spine thick with attention. Panther Park, true to its name, was often inhabited by the large cats— Greyback knew that much.

The scents around the area were heavy and dense, giving way to numerous trails the felines took, and while the elder strayed far from them, he knew sooner or later he would bump into one here. Greyback just figured it wouldn't be so soon.


Bowing his head with a squinted gaze, the elder watched as the rustling of bushes grew louder— their figures swaying as the cat brushed up against them almost timidly. Figures. He knew the felines were slick, always trying to creep up on their prey. The scar that marred his shoulder was a dark reminder of such a thing. And he was not having it.

Letting a threatening growl sound past his barred fangs, the Eastholian darted forward with speed not akin to his size and barreled through the underbrush, crashing into the cat with ease.

Except the cat wasn't a cat.

It was a wolf.

Staring down at the loner with raised lips and slanted eyes, Greyback let his shadow be cast over her before dropping the aggressive display in favor for raising his brows.