Moonspear the devil at your door

On the curtailing of the unfamiliar howl, he heard the cougar scream a rueful reply.

It was distant, but not the way he wished it would be though hardly a surprise that it would draw near. With warming weather, bountiful prey, and growing young within their claim it was perhaps more a wonder that they were not often plagued by them.

Careful quiet steps marked the path that he wove to descend from a familiar ridge; here the forest was thick as it neared their borders and sprawled out beyond. Here, where herds would often skirt across what they hoped was safe passage along the gentle curve of foothills and valleys.

Here, where in the parting seconds between rallying howl and vile, hungry scream came a silence masquerading as warning and abhorrent darkness. He was not a stranger to the feline variety, knew to avoid them. This had always been far easier when he had been able to pass up the threat; the mountain could not simply be moved to avoid.

He breathed out, footfalls creeping to a stop, and rallied his kin to him.

Time to drive out the undesirable.

well this is probably the most interesting joining event i've seen on here. i like it. tags are for visibility but obviously i'm welcoming in the cavalry that isn't laid up to beat on a cougar—@Jarilo, @Lyra, @Osiris, @Antares, @Moriko, @Alya, @Yama, @Vega, @Helios, @Kane Ardelean, @Senua