Moonspear i can't remember when i felt so free

dragomir followed up the rear expertly, a growl throttling magnificently in his throat. arcturus grinned to himself, happy to join in -- together, a thunderous and threatening chorus sounded within the wild.

the lynx, many years both their senior, had seen all manner of life in its time and understood the value of placing safety above pride. he was old, but he was no geriatric -- he could stand his ground and fight, or live to die another day.

arcturus hoped for their sake it would be the latter; lynx claws were sharp as hawk's talons, and a lynx's fury fierce as a mother bear.

giving both of the wolves the disdainful sneer only a cat could muster, the lynx easily mantled downward. what was a difficult leap for a wolf was an easy task for the lynx. switching his tail, he froze along the rocks and peered up smugly at the wolves above -- it would take them some time to navigate the steep incline, and by that point he would be long gone.