Felltree Marsh Im trying to help

bobcat is quick to answer masquerade's call, having strayed too close to the borders — though probably not without an adult escort of which he would've been studiously ignoring as he 'played' at 'patrolling'. he finds the bloodkissed girl, sharp golden gaze taking in the scene beyond her.

a corpse — an adult corpse — crimson stained pelage and snow with freshly spilt blood; the pugnent scent hanging heavy and dreadful in the air.

a fleeing phantom, her tracks in the snow indicating that she was, at least a little bit, injured.

bobcat's instinct is to chase; categorizing her immediately and without preamble as a target.

he itches to chase, to track, to follow ...but he lingers by masquerade's side instead, exercising logic in lieu of brute instinct, a low rumble lingering in his throat.