The bushes rustled gently as the cat limped into the small clearing. Silver moonlight cast a pale glow on the gash in his flank, the tear along his haunch. His forced panting echoed softly across the tall grass, whispering the depth of the wound. Within a moment, the cat was gone and a large Tauren bull was lying on his side, propped up by a gnarled tree-stump of a hammer. He growled quietly to himself, and looked up at the stars. -Rapha Rainsong