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Chaos paced beneath the big evergreen tree in frustration, his mismatched eyes glued to the upper boughs where a smaller pair of yellow eyes glared back at him. He had set out to ambush the lynx upon scenting it on his way from Niente s old lands to Legions new ones, but the ambush had failed and the short-tailed, tuft-eared cat had escaped to scramble up into the tree, with the accompanying scent of pine sap oozing from bark pierced by it's claws. Chaos, not having sharp claws of his own, studied the tree balefully for some way other than climbing it to get to the beast. He had wanted to add the warm pelt to his den with winter coming on, but it was starting to look like this particular pussy was playing coy. The tall wolf reared up to place his paws against the pine, earning himself a threatening his from the trapped feline.