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Sumac decided this time to head to the coast through the Wilderness, skirting Dutch's glacier on his way through the flat, open tundra. His steps were uncharacteristically light, merriment sparkling in his golden eyes as he hummed a soft little tune to himself. One could only suppose love would do that to a man. His outstretched tail waved easily behind him, and he paused his little ditty to inhale a great breath of arctic air.

"MAAAAAAAU-AAAAAU-AAAAA-OOOOOOW!"

What the hell was that?!

'Mac threw his belly to the ground, hitting the proverbial deck as his widened eyes darted about, searching for some rabid, wolf-hungry monster to come baring down on him. He held his breath. One. Two. Three... Nothing happened. Slowly, cautiously, he lifted his head above the tall grasses, his ears and eyes scanning each direction for the source of the threat. 

Eventually, his innate curiosity got the better of him, and he carefully lifted himself into a crouched position. Slinking through the swaying blades, he sniffed here and there, catching a scent that was unfamiliar to him. Something... small? Odd. He continued, a little less wary now, as he headed in the direction he believed the sound came from.

It wasn't until he almost stepped on the creature that he discovered it, freezing and ripping his paw back as if he were about to step on a rattler.

"Oh! What - what's this? It's like a... miniature cougar..." he wondered aloud, gawping openly at the tiny feline in front of him.