Sawtooth Spire And if I diagnosed the pain in my life

He was in his own world.
One he'd left behind a long time ago where he was a hunter, not a pacifist.
But hee he was, reverting to times of old when presented with a leader who offered him his old life and certainly didn't fulfil it. So he took it upon himself.

He didn't notice the cat until it was too close for comfort.
It certainly wasn't hunting though, but they were crafty.
Derg stiffened, fur bristling and hackles rising. Teeth flashing like he was protecting a meal.
A casual tone, casual demeanour.

He waited for something more. Unmoving, ready to fight his way out of this.