Feed the beast

Well, wasn’t this a breath of fucking fresh air. Kicking up dirt as he walked, paws sizzling against the warmth of the dried-up lake bed, Rhazien’s body language was far from inviting. The way he narrowed his eyes as he glared at the scenery, the flattening of his ears, and the bristling of his pelt, a testimate to how disgusted this place made him. Such a wasted space. He might have avoided the desolate land altogether if he hadn’t smelt the scent of a tiger in the area.

Still on the hunt for Azoula, he sought out most feline scents nowadays. She had to be somewhere, he was sure of it. Off in the distance, he could see a prowling creature sauntering through the territory. Moving with feline precision, no doubt a large cat of some sort. Perhaps looking for an oasis in what seemed to be a desert.  
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