Luneshale Pass acechar

there was blood, hot in her mouth; she was enjoying this. it wasn't like a normal hunt—this was a true battle of predators, rather than an assault on prey. and she'd never encountered anything like this before. . .at least not at her own jaws.

the cat ran, ran, and then attacked again, this time targeting the big man kemal. whirling, fiamma charged his way, rearing and snapping her teeth near the creature's exposed cheek.

once again outnumbered, the puma bolted. she caught her comrade's eye, nodded as if in tacit agreement to chase, and then launched into a gallop after the intruder. perhaps it had finally learned its lesson, and would find easier pickings elsewhere.

rolled a run