Deepwood Weald Lovec netvorů

Mountain cat.

Age old rival. Maybe she would take this ones skin as her mother did with the very beast she was named for. Cougar hide to line her den... Pangur felt the burning of old wounds beneath her fur, pretty peachy forelimb only just healed from her last tussle with one of these cats.

Already she wanted another, come get your rematch, kitty.

The golden girl followed suit, quieting her words so that they might've gained some advantage. She spared a glance his way, anticipatory, but she would have to make introductions later. There was glory to be won.