[Quest] bent out of shape

He knew his limitations now, the wolves had seen to that. No longer was Hassun such a single-minded fool, intent on singling out a weak individual to take down; there were no weak individuals in a wolf pack, because they all ran together. There was ample opportunity for the feline to step out of his cover and assault the female — but he knew better, now. He knew that another wouldn't be far behind. Low and behold, a flash of gold alerted him to another creature, and his suspicions were proven correct. He had learned from his previous encounter with these hounds. One, he might have been able to take. Two were two too many, and he had the marks to prove it.

Still, Hassun did not want to leave just yet. It was entertaining to watch them search fruitlessly for his location; the larger wolf, the female he had been tracking first, was especially interesting. She got all puffed up and riled by his very presence, and oh, the lynx found himself enjoying his power to assert irritation. Irritation was only the start of things.

Overstaying his welcome could not be an option. Hassun had wanted to harm them, to welt their skin and see them bleed, but he knew such hostility was irrational in this context; there was no winning in this situation, so he would have to take his leave. With his interest fully invested upon the pair, he began to attempt an escape — maneuvering through the thick vegetation as carefully, but as quickly, as he could.