When they're too good for meow mix

Pyralis' ears flicked forward at the mention of a jaguar hunting pretty actively in their territory. It wasn't uncommon for the territories of different predators to interact but the empire was almost at capacity. With the dry season underway they couldn't afford to let a rival predator pilfer what little prey there was. Pyralis nodded. They'd work to chase it off but if the battle turned especially violent and the opportunity for a kill was presented the option was still on the table. She turned to Pyrrhic. Pyr and Pyrr, this was going to be fun.

"Sounds like fun. C'mon kiddo, let's find us a wee spotted beastie." Pyralis dipped her head to the ground and began searching for scent. She caught threads of scent, buried beneath the musky smell of blood but it was difficult to follow and so she headed to the left, zigging and swerving whenever she caught another whiff of the cat. She crossed a patch that was particularly notable and turned to Pyrr. "Smell that?" She grinned. They were getting close.

Pyralis peered through the brush. The foilage was getting more dense the closer she got to the Cedar Falls and then she stopped. A flicker of movement up in the trees caught her attention. She saw the telltale shape of a tail and quickly locked eyes with the jaguar. Oh boy… he was a big one. "Pyrrhic, sound the call." She didn't want to risk looking away from the jaguar. She knew it knew that it had been caught and a fight could break out at any second if the cat felt cornered enough.