Otatso Wetlands And the dents on my car

The woman was certainly interesting to look at, though not attractive in any sense of the word. Persia hummed thoughtfully, exhaling through his nose. The remnants of his last kill sat abandoned only a few feet away from him. Perhaps it was the scent of his success which had drawn her here.

For now he only watched from a distance, still reclined, though his ears stood tall. He wasn't certain yet whether he would chase her off or not. Charity wasn't much in his nature — but neither was cruelty, not really. It all depended on his mood, which he hadn't puzzled out just yet. So he watched.