Panther Park They disappear there

Amalia always traveled and she hadn't for sometime. In an effort to jumpstart her own self-preservation she decided a trip was in order. A scouting mission if you would.

This mission of her own self inclination brought her to the edge of the forest wide. The stench of cat circled the trees, but it seemed stale so she continued on. Perhaps she had more of her brother's wild energy than she had planned or perhaps she just wanted to know. One couldn't really tell her thoughts at this particular moment.

She pressed onward finding a beautiful forest bathed in shadows and light. Dancing motes through beams all floating there in front if her. So engrossed in the surrounding area, she wasn't listening. The sound of the padded feet above her didn't register, until it landed heavy and hard upon her back a hiss as claws dug into her sides.

Screaming she bucked and twisted, biting meaty paws and face. Finally, the creature released her and Amalia didn't turn to look at her captor. Instead with sides streaming cerise and green eyes wide in her head. She ran. She poured every single ounce of her energy into running. Never looking back, never paying attention she just ran.

And she would continue to run until her paws gave out and her body forced her to rest far from home.