Panther Park There is no luck in the draw, but only the success of the dealer

She froze in place, her own posture tense and unforgiving. Her own high growl clashed harshly with the man's warning snarl. Alara was still for several long moments, only watching; waiting.

She didn't fault him for his aggression. The scent of another lingered near; perhaps Alara too might have been defensive, had she anything to defend. But she did not. So she was only curious.

Curious, and unwilling to back down.