Walkyr’s cat was beyond ready to take his mate. He was struggling to keep his grip on the beast. He had been doing well until Trescina decided to play seductress. His neck throbbed from where she had nipped him. If he hadn’t been lost in imagining all the different ways he wanted to take her, he wouldn’t have been startled when she suddenly took off.
Chase! his cat snarled.
Yes, we chase, Walkyr agreed with a devilish grin.
His cat took off across the balcony, and bounded through the trees, following the blue striped black tiger as she led him away from the palace and deep into the forest. Calls of encouragement from nearby women and laughter from nearby men spurred him on.
He didn’t know if it was instinct guiding her or luck, but they soon came to a small grassy meadow. He paused on
