Whitefish River the other side of paradise

his fur stood on edge when he heard something rustling in the bushes. that cat. his top lip quivered, showing his teeth. if the beast was back for more, he would fight it off this time, despite the underlying fear. maybe rip it’s tail off too. it was only fair.

but it wasn’t a cougar, it was a nice looking woman. he wondered if she had noticed him yet, it didn’t look like it at least. “who are you?” he asked as he came closer.