Contaminating everything
We thought came from the heart
Despite his paws being massive snow-shoe type paws, the lynx still held the classic trait of his fellow felines in that he was able to move almost soundlessly across the forest floor. The movement caught his eye and he crouched down quickly, hidden behind bush and bramble. the woman fluttered by, and Noah lifted his head just so. She was covered in dark, flowy rags. The hunter's heart sputtered within his chest -- the only creature he knew to wear such attire was the herald of death himself.
He had to follow.
The lynx trotted behind the herald, reaching out across the bond to ask them to stop, to wait for him, to--but he only met silence. Frustration and curiosity mixed within him and, though cautiously, he approached.
Just listen to the noises