And tales, it never fails.

He typically skirted this area, the cliffs on either side reminded him of monstrous cavern walls. He noticed a large cat paw print along the ledge, and leading within. Damn. He had been tracking that cat. There was no way he was going in there just for it's pelt. He'd rather find another quarry.

That is until he heard the feminine howl below from someone he knew. Fic? He didn't hesitate, she needed his help! That cat must be after her.

Ignoring the roaring in his ears and the panic of the walls swallowing him whole he darted within the canyon and followed the sounds of the fight. She seemed to be holding her own remarkably well... Maybe...

With a low snarl, he bolted into the fray grabbed the cat by its tail, and pulled viciously.

"Speech!"