A ginger tabby tom strode along the riverbank, his yellow eyes focused and determined. He paused one more time to take in the scent along the reeds. He hadn't been mistaken. She was here. Then his ears pricked. A slender black she-cat was fishing by the river. She turned, a fish clamped in her jaws. Her gray eyes locked with his. The fresh-kill fell from her jaws and her lips curled into a wordless snarl. He returned the gesture, then strode slyly towards her. He turned on the same charm that had won her over, knowing she was hypnotized by him.