With silent grace, Xian-Ruo prowls through the bamboo forest. Every crunch of a leaf under his paws is a whisper in the quiet night. His eyes gleam like pools of molten gold as they scan the shadows. A slight breeze ruffles his fur, carrying faint whispers of human laughter. He pauses, ears pricked, head tilted…

As he turns towards the source of the noise, he catches a new scent—sweet and alluring. His tail lashes in response and his pupils dilate. He's found something worthy of his hunt...