meow you'll pay!

Gil had not expected there to be predators lurking about the isle. For such a remote piece of land, he figured the prey options were abundant due to a lack of meat-eating fiends. He was wrong the moment he smelled the feline lurking about. During his scouting trip, he hadn't seen sign or scent of the thing, but now that they had moved in, he was surprised it was being so bold. The feline had gotten lucky and taken a piece of a burro they had recently taken - that had been the final straw. Now the Raid King moved through the dense underbrush searching for it. No one would be so stupid as to steal from them and get away with it.

He waited until nightfall when the beast would be active. A coward he was not. Slinking through the shadows, Gil continued deep into the isle until it was near impossible to move. From what he could see, he noticed the big cat using the upper limbs of the trees to maneuver most of its pathways. That would be fine. They would find it, corner it, and then take it down. Hungry to feel the thrill of a fight, Gil pressed on. His heartbeat raced as his muscles tightened with anticipation and the buzz of adrenaline kept him awake.