The concealed vixen would speak, and the ebony monarch would listen while devising a plan. Glacial eyes would relentlessly scan the low brush and fog for a blemish- a hole within the wall that he could slip between and wind up directly in front of the her. Finally it had come, a small opening a few yards ahead that he could easily squeeze through. After a few more minutes of silent movement he would promptly swing his frame toward his left, passing through the crack within seconds. The obsidian feline would halt directly in her path, muscles tensing as he straightened up to his full thirty eight inch height. He was expecting her to ram straight into his broad chest, so he would inhale deeply and puff it out, preparing himself for the impact. "'Tus amigos tendr?n que esperar'." (your friends will have to wait) Foreign speech would flow from cracked lips as he aimed to stop and cadge her here until he wished to leave. He needed some entertainment, so why not pick this ivory mutt to play with?
