Panther Park Feels like they’re washing out,

A lean figure caught Anselm’s attention. Another wolf - clad in dark fur with guarded seafoam eyes. 

No! He jerked his head to the impossibly large shape, bidding the stranger run. 

But already, the cat had seen them both. Anselm was struck by the sinewy way this thing moved, stripes along its back coiling and uncoiling like a snake. 

And much like that snake, the cat poised to strike — flying at Anselm like a loosened arrow.

Anselm has little chance. He was lucky Elphava was there, and for that he owed a blood debt to the stranger, for it was the only reason he escaped with his life that fateful day.