Chimera Fields magister

a scream—sharp, young, and wrong against the stillness of spring. it cuts through the hush of the field like a blade, and raedwulf stops mid-step, hackles rising. breath stills. one ear flicks. then, without pause, he runs.
his legs thunder across the earth, broad frame cleaving through grass and root like a charging boar. the wind howls in his ears, but he listens for her—listens for the beat of her panicked steps. and then, there. a flicker of shadow, stumbling just beyond the ridge. and behind her—
a... cat?!
his eyes narrow, teeth flashing. a deep, rolling snarl tears from his throat as he launches himself forward, lips curled, ears pinned. the cougar turns its head, just enough to register the oncoming force before it is hit. raedwulf slams into it with the full weight of a bear, chest to flank, and they crash into the dirt with a spray of soil and blood.