Bramblepoint We float before the sea and eyes,

A thump, and then the sound of more loping footfalls, almost predatory in nature. At least it sounded that way to Ruvik, whose mind turned once more to the cougar who stalked him. His heart began thudding, the roar of blood rushing through his ears deafening. A mistake, he hadn't meant to enter this forest. He was no longer hungry. Run, run!

Only he had been spotted by the other, a shock of white amongst the dark foliage. His limbs refused to move, his entire being frozen in place by the other's vivid green, blank stare. Ruvik remained in place, paws splayed and tail tucked, staring back with a similarly wide-eyed look, only his was one of primal terror.

"H-hello," he managed to croak despite himself.