A large feline stalked the plains, his nose catching the scent of another. His hackles stood on end. Each step he took towards this scent was attentive and cautious. After all, he knew not of what he was to deal with. What kind of personality and how prudent they were to be.

He approached, ears forward, and head low.

Firepaw: "Who are you."

He snapped, wary of the new intruder.