His fight with Zee left him angry and uncertain. He was struggling to process what he had done wrong, and the way she had reacted to it. He decided that what she needed was some space, and after achieving permission from Deathbelle, he made his way outside pack lands, and into the desert.
Not long into his trek, he caught the scent of a Cheetah, and tilted his head in curiosity, sniffing at the ground. Deathbelle already had a glorious Leopard coat, and a cheetah's would be shorter furred, and shorter height. Deathbelle wouldn’t need it, especially with the thick sheep’s coats he was hunting down for her, to line her nursery with.
No, his thoughts turned to Zee, a woman he had admitted a friendship to, before she had spurned him. He didn’t know how to deal with woman, friend or otherwise. Perhaps something that would help would be a gift, and well a Cheetah’s coat might be lesser than the gifts Deathbelle had already received it would be the height of luxury for a slave.
He stalked the cat, past barren bushes and hot sand, until he approached her den. He was close when the howl of another wolf wracked the air, and he winced and growled silently at the loud sound of it. Great, this man was going to ruin his element of surprise.
Ignoring the call for help, he continued forward, searching for the female.. And there she was, and he understood the danger. He smirked, realising he could get help tackling down the large chat, and play it off as being the hero. He wouldn’t have to fight for the spoils that way.
The titan pushed himself from coiled muscles and tackled the Cheetah before it could pounce the wolf, driving it to the ground before it flipped and landed heavily on his side, driving the breath from him. With a wheezing growl he tried to claw the beast off him, and twisted his head, trying to pull it close enough ot his maw that he could sink his saber teeth into its flesh.
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