Phoenix Maplewood I will hide myself below

Late reply sry (also I luv benry sm )

"Takin a walk?"

A confused flick of his white audits reacted to someone else's voice. Though it's source is what perplexed him the most -- where was it coming from? Left, right, forward, back -- knitted eyebrows of confusion crossed Āzoniol's face as he tried looking everywhere. And, out of curious desperation lined with doubt, his eyes eventually trailed upwards in a swift motion. "Who in th'fu-"

shit.

Holy fucking shit.

On a thick tree branch above the prince lied a mountain lion -- burly with dense musculature and looming over him in a way that nearly made Āzon's soul leap from his body. The pale brute slowly backed up from his position under the cougar and lowered his haunches, bellowing a snarl at his predatory onlooker. If this was an attack, he had no choice but to brace himself for it. Wolves had speed on them, but no way in hell was that speed comparable to a feline's.