THEY CAN'T HEAR YOU SCREAMING OVER MY LAUGHTER

The man would sit at the base of a redwood trunk after a thorough patrol of the redwood forest with a mind set upon thought for he now realized there was an occupant here he had not anticipated. Somewhere within the darkness of that tall canopy resided a large cat. He was not unfamiliar with the kind and intending on leaving the creature be; yet it would be difficult to instill that understanding into his followers as the pack began to grow. He had left a section of the forest untouched in a manor of respect for the cat but there was little he could do about the competition of prey they would face living in such proximity of one another.



A hot white breath unraveled before the man. The snow was beginning to wear away but the fingers of that cold season gripped the north without relent. Through that smoke his blank gaze would settle upon those thoughts which had fathomed themselves in the form of the predator that inhabited the redwoods. Her pelt appeared a dull, dirty gold in the winter shade but those sallow eyes glowed fiercely as they settled upon his form; likely difficult to separate from the blackness that embraced them. The man would be quick to implement his method with the cat, watching her with a careful gaze but having no intention to approach or turn her path. She was in a way welcome to stay. Though he knew that intolerance which such cats carried and he expected no less than for the huntress to find disgust in his presence.