The Tangle Got a secret, can you keep it

He’s got a fire burning in the pit of his soul. White hot anger is beginning to settle in. The mantra that repeats like a never ending record in his mind of Don’t kill her. Don’t kill her. Don’t kill her. He can’t do that. It would be...uncivilized, he decides ultimately.

The moon shines down upon him ethereally. The glow highlighting him in a blue-white light, he stills ominously. Small ears swivel as he hears the slightest sound of rocks and debris falling from a cliff. Standing tall, head held high he scouts the area thoroughly, eyes landing on a rock formation to his left. Instantly, he sets his paws to carry him swiftly, seeing the slightest bit of movement disappearing behind a corner of stone. To the right seem t be the gnarled mess of tangled vines lines with flesh tearing thorns, sharp enough even to make the strongest succumb to the pain it bestows.

Sweeping around to the left he jumps up onto the rock formation, claws scraping against the rugged surface as he runs haphazardly along the dangerous ledges and turns. Eyes searching, flicking every which way, trying his hardest to focus on any type of movement in the dull light of the moon.

Then further away a healthy twelve meters away he watches rock crumble from the side of the ridge something sliding gown and into the unforgivable terrain beneath. Unsure if he’s following a dead lead and whatever has fallen has just led him further away from her, he risks losing the female and goes after it. 

Whilst traversing the terrain he, jumps and dodges rocks, almost being eaten alive by the bramble below as well. Rocks crumble beneath his weight and he hardly escapes a few of the attempts at the rocks bringing him down with them. Upon further inspection, eyes squinting in an attempt to right his eyesight, the male sees the unmistakable print of shout slithering through the vines. Stalking along the edge of the rocks edge, watching his step, he follows her like a deadly shadow.

“I see you, dear!” He yells to her. “Stop moving.” He orders with the hint of growl in his tone. “Let me come get you and I won’t kill you.” He coos back.