This territory, one of the ones right next to their home, was an interesting one. The grasses here had already begun growing brown, showing signs of dying off at winter’s approach. But there were still the scents and signs of different prey animals here, taking in water from the lake that gave the place its name. Simurgh padded alongside the dog companion her father had given her as she scanned the territory with curiosity. She had spent so long within their pack’s territory, more focused on hanging out close to home, but there was so much of the world to be seen! Sim’s tail wagged behind her as that mischievous side of her mind started coming to the front to play. Surely she could find something more interesting to do than just explore this territory, right?
And that was when her gaze fell on a medium-sized cat drinking from one of the smaller parts of the lake. It was a caracal, a creature with sandy fur and ear tufts that looked so soft and fuzzy! Without giving her companion warning Simurgh let out a whoop and charged for her newfound opponent. The cat had no idea that the pup was coming for it until she crashed into its back legs and began trying to wrestle it to the ground. The cat was thrashing as it tried to pull itself away from the young wolf, not pleased that this kid had suddenly decided it looked like it wanted to fight!
