Some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice.

Stretching for seemingly miles before him, the prairie lay low. Grass hardly wavered beneath the dense coating of fog. Antelope made themselves scarce and so did the rabbits. No movement. Not even a bird soaring through the whispering drafts of air above him. Instead, he is met with a hazy maroon that masks even his best senses. How was he to hunt here if the looming danger crept closer and closer every day? Almost suffocating.

Prowling, Raumr kept low. His body slunk, long legs stretched and tail twitching slowly behind him. Amber eyes scanned the territory. He loved the idea of this being one of his future territories, but not now. Not while the threat of death lurked behind every passing second. His intent had been to hunt today. See what prey lived here that would be best suited to nurturing a pack full of felines. The world around him had other ideas.

Canine-like steps sounded off toward his side, and they were not the friendly kind. On alert, the massive feline turned. Soft thumps of his massive paws inched him closer. His ears began to flatten, lips pulling up into a silent snarl. He would not be taken by surprise - even in the worst of conditions. Closer and closer he moves until he can somewhat see the dark shadowed figure standing in front of him. It would be hard to surprise, but at least the fog helped. Tinges of fear and animosity cloud his nostrils, eagerly seeping from the individual. His new opponent.

In a swift leap, Raumr blindly aims to tackle the boy to the dusty ground.

Raumr Regalus, the Third