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09-11-2012, 05:50 PM
The cougar glared up at the mare. "You are the hooved one. Do not get in my way." He returned pridefully before loping easily after her, his figure arching gracefully across the sand. She told him to smell after they paused, and he smelled the herd in the distance, nodding once in agreement. He slunk to a nearby rock formation and crouched low, his golden glinted eyes taking in the prey nearby.
The small band of deer did not feel threatened by the mare who approached, so they continued eating. Still, they watched her wary, wondering why she had strayed so far from the oasis. The smell of the cougar was downwind, so they were unaware of their impending doom.
