Moonspear i can't remember when i felt so free

For a moment, it seemed the two growling wolves had won. By Dragomir's estimation, the lynx had nowhere to go but up, and the two wolves would be hot on its heels the moment it turned from them. There was something about the expression on its face that gave Drago the willies and made him want to freeze in place. He shoved the feeling away, focusing on their impending victory rather than the way its eyes seemed to see right through him.

What happened next made Dragomir gasp. Not in a hundred years would he attempt a jump like that, his history notwithstanding, but the lynx slipped easily over the edge and landed silently on a ledge far below. What! the boy exclaimed, rushing to the lip to peek over at the luminous pair of eyes staring back up at them. He could almost swear the cat wore a lazy grin across its cleaved lips. It wasted no further time, turning and sauntering away with its raised hindquarters adopted an almost haughty sway.

Do we go after it? Dragomir asked, somewhat doubtful that they would ever make it down there fast enough to catch it. Maybe Arcuturus could manage a jump like that, but Dragomir's heart turned to ice just thinking of it.