Break me off a peice of that kit kat bar

The beaches here were Gunther's current home. The build was his base of operations for the moment. He kept his stash of valuables there. There were glass bottles and many rocks. He'd collected everything there and done so with great caution to their need to remain whole.

He traversed the central island right now, searching for more collectables. If he was anything he was a collector of strange objects. Some of this stuff would be useful for his band whenever he did that, or even for his own collection of servants and slaves he was going to acquire. He padded forth, stopping as a stick cracked and leaves crunched. The forest here was deathly silent. One could hear a pin drop. His ears pressed. Something was wrong and he knew he was being stalked.

His pumpkin eyes scanned the area as he slowly inched forward more. He'd probably have to fight to get out of this for sure. His nose caught a scent he knew from his homeland. Feline. A flash of movement brought his eyes to track it. Such a beautiful pelt and he knew he'd have to have it if it didn't kill him first. A jaguar pelt would make such a beautiful thing. His shoulders rolled forward as he eyed the cat and it eyed him. He wanted that pelt. If anything he could wear it as a symbol of his authority in his band. Or he could use it to trade for things. His muzzle wrinkled as he waited. The cat was undecided, but he wasnt. And then there was a second just barely in his periphery vision.

This was going to get ugly then. A pair of cats. He might need help he figured. Maybe when he won he could find a pack willing to heal him with very little strings attached. He spread his paws wide to balance himself as the cats stalked. One jaguar would of been much easier but now there was two. It was an odd behavior to have them be close to each other at all. He'd deal though. He was tough and he knew it. His eyes narrowed at the cats as they watched both as best he could. Then one released a scream like only a jaguar could. Its vocals were loud and likely to attract others. He snarled back. They were here for their death or his. He wasnt going to run though.

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