One Thing You Should Know [AW]

Cloudy gray male was lurking around the edge of the frigid waters beneath the waterfall, moving with a slow and leisurely walk that barely counted as means of travel. He certainly wasn't in any rush to make a lot of noise in the middle of the night, so when he came across the curled up body of a young coyote napping beside the lake he did not mind at to take the time to sneak up in complete silence and get real close before it was able to wake up. A low rumble started in the brute's chest as his upper lip raised to bare his stained teeth, and by the third tongue flick it seemed enough spittle had invaded the poor coy's personal bubble enough that it took off scurrying, scared for it's life.

A chuckle escaped the male as he watched the coyote run off, another scuffle avoided leaving him with the waterfall's edge and all it's vulnerable prey completely his. He wouldn't have hurt the coyote, really.. it was just in his space. He couldn't remember the last time he had to worry about sharing company with another predator, he'd been pretty fortunate. Nothing bigger than him had really come along, and one little growl from the chubby giant was usually enough to send most other things fleeing. Ahhh, the old man grump life had set in early, hadn't it? Just two years old and full of enough angst to bitch out even the cattiest of wolves- and he dared them to challenge him!
but was it enough for an actual cat?

Solitude had it's perks, there were no disappointing fathers to try and force new responsibilities on you. There were no mothers to abandon you, and there were no brothers to stab you in the back the moment something even slightly unsatisfactory started happening in their lives! But, there was a longing for some kind of company.. whether it be one he trusted outright or not. A bit of regret started to settle in once he realized that the coyote running away meant that it was back to being bored out of his mind.

Oh well, c'est la vie! With the same apathetic walk, he continued down the shoreline.. his nose in tune and hoping for some sign of a possible snack. It didn't take him long to come across the pawprints of yet another predator, this time one that seemed even bigger than the coyote.. and.. worse. It was one of those claw beasts. Cats. Ugghhhhh.

With a slight huff in between steps, his trot got a bit more serious as he ventured into the snow after the scent. His steps were heavy, his peppered hackles beginning to prickle as he the scent got stronger. Would this encounter go by just as quickly as the last? To be honest, he really hoped so if he was dealing with a cat..