cat-rastrophe

Following a trail of stench and scat for miles, Magnus was on the hunt for someone that dared crossed the well marked borders of the Armada. It hadn't been by much, but certainly enough that he needed to teach the invader a lesson. It was a cat and he wasn't surprised. Besides Natha and the chosen companions of many Armada wolves, he despised the feline species and wished to rid the South of such vile pests. This one seemed small and young, perfect to bring back to aslatiel dead or alive, or even just barely so. She'd be thrilled to have something to kill, but if things didn't exactly go to plan perhaps she would enjoy a new fur instead.

His shoulders rolled as he tracked the animal, following it out a ways from the pack into a prairie where he assumed it would be hunting for an afternoon meal. Little did the cat know that such a meal would be a waste of effort and strength once the irritated wolf found it.