Neverwinter Forest way of the world

he's doing recon on moonglow! anyone is welcome to intercept him!

there was a pack up there in the cleft of the mountains.
powerful fuckers, a big number of them. 
colt spat a browned stream of birchbark and circled a little, sniffing the ground to gain more information.
his red eyes roved the foliage for any appearance of another.

the forest served up a fine hideaway, and it was there the cat could breathe a little easier, relishing his success.
blood caked his face.
in his throat was a deep purr, ceasing only when the scent of wolf got strong; he was in a fine mood but knew his luck would not hold against another.
he would watch from high in his tree, like the jungle cats of myth.

cat.
colt knew that bastard scent. he took three sharp steps back, lips curling. 
his red eyes looked for the cat, around, sideways.
up.