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

Kaizen knew that cats were stalking hunters, that the feline no doubt held the advantage in these conditions. He squinted, struggling to keep its silhouette in sight only for- he sucked in a breath, it was gone. Where the hell had it gone? He tensed, talons digging into the earth, his ears tipped forward, senses keen enough to hear the rustling of grass, the slight shifting of the dust. The cat wouldn't have the element of surprise, but Kaizen took little comfort in that, especially when- and silence fell. A split, stagnant and silent moment and Kaizen just knew-

The pair collided hard, a growl tore it's way out of Kaizen's throat as they tumbled, the yearling unable to take the brunt of the lion's weight. He kicked out, imagined the feline would do the same with its own retractable claws. His were bigger though- not that he was the type to compare. Being this up close and personal, it didn't really matter that he couldn't see, though it certainly would have helped, would have been nice to know what was actually attacking him. The longer fur from the beasts mane brushed against him, the tell-tale snarls were of a very big cat and that was about enough information for Kaizen to put two and two together. A lion. A large one at that.

But was it infected? And if so how could he tell? He sucked in a deep breath through gritted teeth, unable to catch nothing but the lions scent, strong and potent, healthy. Kaizen couldn't tell if that was good or bad news, didn't have much time to consider as he strained beneath the lion's weight, neck tense as he snapped his jaws, trying and failing to gain a mouth-hold.