Zmerr struggled to hang on as the mass of black fur and hard muscles pulsed beneath him. He bounced gulping for breaths with each bound the panther took. When he finally composed himself and got a good handle on the situation, he began to chuckle at the irony of it all. He'd spent years on this island alone and now all of a sudden, there were other people all trying to go at it with one another. The other part that made it ironic was the panther. He'd spent most of his life running from such creatures and here he was relying on one for his safety. 

It was all very intriguing. Life, as he knew it, was being turned on it's head. Everything he knew was now very different. His chuckle turned into a strange laughter and he nearly lost his grip. He snapped back to reality, all laughter cutting out completely.