predator becomes prey

The Warlord had been hunting a snow leopard through the Red Forest. Its coat would make a wonderful prize, and one he intended to put away as a future gift. Warm, durable coats were valuable things in the cold North. The scent of blood led him along, and he knew the hunter was becoming the hunted.

As he reached the point where the leopard had brought down its prey, he would realise he wasn’t the only one here. A hint of red alerted him to the presence of a wolf, even as he trotted out of the sweeping overhang of a great Redwood. He was nearing the intercept point between the Snow Leopard and the wolf when it charged. Picking up his pace, the Warlord tore through the snow, and leaped forward, elbowing into the leopard and tossing it off its trajectory.

"Speech"