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The feline moved for him, murder vibrant in its amber eyes, a lust for his staining those irises red in his mind. The drengr moved, dancing back on paws light of weight just out of reach so that the hellcat would keep its attention upon him rather than the woman. The moment it turned to attack her, Stjornuati was upon it, teeth going for what ever soft bit he could grab hold of. Eyes, ears, even bits of its face, and, if he could get to it, that neck corded in muscle.