Mount Apikuni Hla Oad

the snarl of a cat attracted stigmata to investigate. he had both common and personal reasons for doing so, but didn't have the time to reflect on either reason as he watched a young wolf bolt by - his brown agouti fur nothing but a ruddy blur through the mountain woods as he went. frightened by the cat, certainly, and for good reason. stigmata turned to track after the boy, curious to make sure he wasn't going to be hunted down by a starved feline.

he wasn't sure if he'd actually ever catch up to the wolf - his pace certainly didn't imply that he would - but he figured that if the cougar was after him, it would run into him, a larger, stronger wolf first and maybe think twice about its pursuit of the fleeing boy. not that it looked like he needed much help; with the head-start he had on everyone.