Dahozhoni Meadow Correr

The jaguar prowled after the fallen star. Her scent had become known to him. It was easier than stalking prey. The ripple of his muscles, of his healthy body, would overtake her every time. And he would lure her back to their camp and feed her the drugs until she did not try to run. Like training a dog. 

Juárez sniffed at the earth and saw the faint imprints of three paws. He lifted his bloody gaze and saw the woman just ahead, a jog away from him. She'd made some good distance. Too bad it wouldn't matter. Confident strides closed the space between them and he uttered a low, possessive growl of warning to @Silvertongue.