Ravensblood Forest blood splatter in the air

It is different this time, however, for he isn’t alone within the nightmare; staring him down is a feline figure he’s never quite encountered before. The posture rigid, dominance seeping from the challenging glare. Not one to back down himself, the Wayfarer’s intensity grows; his champagne eyes locks with the mountain lion—tail rising to stand high.

Lips curl back, displaying fangs still pearly white—yet to be stained despite the soldier’s training. He steps forward, broad shoulders pushing forth to bolster his chest, covered already by dense fur. Head, however, remains lifted, to show his own dominance and hopefully scare the cat off.