As the winged snow leopard walked back inland, she heard a rustling off to her left. She picked her head up, her ears flattening. A low growl was building up in her throat, and her fur bristled.

What came out of the bushes, however, was not something she expected.

A small raccoon, still young to the adult world, tumbled out of the brambles. He jumped up and stared fearfully at Desislava. It was only until the snow leopard tilted her head that she noticed the large scorpion tail that was now arching over the raccoon's head, twitching dangerously. However, she seriously doubted that this feeble creature would actually use his natural weapon.

She stood straight, relaxing once again. Giving a small chuckle, she turned her head and began to pad away again. What a strange creature.

She thought she was rid of the raccoon when she heard another rustling, this time to her right. She glanced over and saw the same beast peeking from the shrubs, before ducking behind the leaves again.

"Why are you following me, little furball?" she said calmly. She heard a fearful squeak coming from the bushes, and she snorted. "I'm not here!" the voice said, high-pitched and wobbily. Did he seriously believe that would work?