4/13/2026, 6:17 PM
Who would give them permission to try and own the whole damn mountain? It certainly wasn't. She knew that. She'd heard her Mother warn all the cubs about them - wolves. Haughty things, acting like they owned everything just because they pissed on it. She scowled and thrashed her tail behind her, clawing at the dirt beneath her. It was so easy to work herself up as they pranced upon the face of the very summit that her family had claimed generations ago. The mountain lion scowled through the cold seeping into her bones; they'd lost so much this winter. She refused to see any more loss come to her family.
She wanted to catch the damn bird - was it helping them? Was it somehow a prisoner of the wolves and their ambitious claims? How had they not eaten it already with the bleak, endless winter they'd suffered? She ducked down to maintain her vantage point and crept along a ridge of rocks. Spying was something she'd always been good at - it had made Mother so angry when she managed to sneak up on her. It was hard to miss the one the raven had been near - bright as the sun with a dark mask, the other blended in easier, but thankfully the two had stuck together.
Oh - that bird. She was unsure if the cawing was because it spotted her, or if it was something else entirely, either way - she sucked in a deep breath and then let it out in a ear piercing screech that echoed across Morningstar itself. She was quick to shift her position, still low to the ground like she'd been taught. By herself she might do alright with fighting the two of them, but her scream might have also drawn family members who were curious. Hopefully not her Mother, she had the cubs, but still. The scream rattled through the stones and any crags and caves, and her gleaming golden eyes watched curiously to see how they'd react.