Deep into the night

FLare usually found himself to be the predator, but as he made his way through the unnaturally large trees of this forest, something prickled beneath his skin. A sixth sense which told him that he was being watched, though he heard no footfalls, nor caught any scents on the wind. He continued to walk, snow crunching beneath his massive paws, head held high. As if he had no worries in the world. He was waiting for the predator he knew was there to make their first move.

He had intended to find somewhere to bed down for the night, and thoughts of sleep were heavy on his mind. But there would be no resting while he was being stalked. Opportunities, or revenge? He’d made enough enemies escaping his old life. He thought he had tied up all loose ends, but perhaps he had missed something…

He took another few steps beneath the towering trees, the moonlight bright and full around him. There, a faint scent. Tiger then, not fellow wolf. He let his eyes drift a little higher. Would a tiger manage to climb trees such as these ones? Perhaps his attention had been too low.

WC: 196

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