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It wasn?t often he found himself in the swamplands, he hated it here, but for some reason this was where some of the most tender of game came from. With the wealth of Spring gone, all of the newborn prey was grown up, he had to search further to provide for his family. Long stride would carry him further, his nose on alert for any hint of prey. He?d catch the scent of a stray rabbit, boring but bigger and plumper than he?d ever seen. Scorpion would take its life expertly before turning to find his way home, however a scent of fear would arouse his curiosity.
There was also a stench of cat. With the rabbit still dangling from his jaws he?d follow his nose, right to the sight of an orange and white ball of fur. He?d seen cats before, but this one was odd. He was obviously young, and his colors were vibrant against the green moss he was curled on. Scorpion would even feel a tinge of worry for the creature, his bones were seen quite obviously through his coat. What was he doing out here starving? There was no other cat scent on him, the mother was long gone.
Being the paternal guy he was, and rather selfish as he thought of the rewards saving a cat like this would be. Even if he grew no larger, he knew with the right diet he could become a powerful ally. He hoped the boy could understand him. Dropping the rabbit words would pour from his lips, "You, eat this." He wondered then how Othello would react to yet another pup to raise.

"Speech"