cat-rastrophe

It hadn't taken him long to find the cat, lingering ahead with its face buried into the animal it had hunted and ate alive. Magnus wasn't keen on eating things alive, but cats were different creatures and seemed to enjoy the power that came with it. The poor animal though, Magnus couldn't help but feel some sympathy for it. What if he was eaten alive? The thought made him visibly shudder.

He hadn't noticed the other male at first, but a breeze carried their scent over and soon Magnus noticed him and the flash of his teeth as they both faced the cat. He was probably fine hunting it down and killing it on his own, but a little back up never hurt and the man looked to be as equally strong. The scent of Ashen covered his pelt, but he looked hardly like any of members he'd seen before. Writing them off as someone new, Magnus' gaze moved back to the young cougar as he steadied, preparing himself to run.