Old stomping grounds

Kotori hadn’t roamed the woods in a while and in a way it felt like going back to a childhood haunt.  The woods hadn’t been part of the armada’s land necessarily but it had been one of his favored spots to hunt back in those days.  Now the ashen and armada had moved further off and the amount of prey had grown around here.  The scent of wild boar and their droppings were apparent east of Kotori.

The scent of the tiger came from the west.  Kotori turned his head, scenting the air gain more closely as his muscles flexed, readying for a fight.  In a setting like this, you’re more than likely going to smell the silent hunter before you get to see it.  Would a cat really be dumb enough to try and attack Kotori?  They were pretty dumb.

Kotori moved left and right a few paces till he determined where the cat's scent was strongest and moved forward.  Once he got near one of the willow trees a striped cat growled threateningly as it charged forward, throwing itself for Kotori’s neck.  The wolf jogged in a circle around the cat as the two each tried to draw first blood.

"Kotori"