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Faced with the fervent spirit of his newfound companion-in-arms, Frenu could only feel a surge of exhilaration. He had always relished camaraderie—and that primal, creeping instinct of the hunt that slowly veiled the minds of both predators. Had they not been in the midst of a silent stalk, he might have loosed a deep, guttural laugh to mark his joy. Instead, he offered a broad, toothy grin.

I share! he said, giving her a hearty shoulder bump before falling into stride beside her. And we will share the scars, sister!

It promised to be a hunt to remember—a confrontation fit for legend. Already, he was on the move, muzzle close to the earth, every sense sharpened to a blade’s edge, seeking the cougar who, on this day, would stand as their adversary—the third gladiator in this feral trial…

The trouble with beasts like that, of course, was that they often forced one to reconsider just who was the hunter… and who the hunted.

@Moro? I summon the demon!