When they're too good for meow mix

Pyrrhic lit up at getting paired with Pyralis. She was one cool lady. Kinda scary too. He found her free spirit and fearlessness both alarming and enviable, and he fully expected her to climb a tree and drag the jaguar out by the nose if they were the ones to find it.

The boy found himself trailing a step or two behind his great aunt. He tried to copy her movements sneakily; wanting to experience everything the same way she did without drawing attention to himself. "Smell that?" Pyrrhic stepped closer and greedily inhaled the scent before grinning up at Pyralis and nodding.

They followed the trail a little further and then Pyralis stopped. Pyrrhic followed her gaze and felt his heart skip a beat as the jaguar's eyes briefly met his. That was a big cat. He did as instructed and howled for the others, and the sound was no sooner out of his lips than the cat was moving. Perhaps it thought its odds were better with two wolves than a group, but for whatever reason, the cat slowly climbed to the trunk of the tree and then leaped down with a growl.

"Talk"