A rousing yawn escaped from the throat of the great cat. A shake emitting from the body of the beast attempting to shake off the cobwebs of slumber. He had slept for much longer then intended, and he could see the sun was already setting in the west. He lifted himself up from his grassy perch atop a shallow ridge, where he commanded a view of the grasslands beyond. It would soon be time to hunt. 

Lifting his nose into the air, the cat inhaled the scents of the world, discerning if any prey are close by. A quick meal is the best meal, hopefully granting a kill early enough so it may drag the carcass back to it's cave so it may feast well into the day. There were the small dirt dwellers, whose earthy aroma caught his pallet, but they would only arouse his hunger not sate it. He caught the fast horned runners with flared nostrils but they it took so much energy to catch one, and if they discovered him too soon, he would go hungry.

His wet nose quivered. There was a scent in the air unfamiliar to him. He swayed his heavy head this way and that, trying to place the odd smell. He debated whether or not to investigate this strange creature with it's peculiar scent. His eyes scanned the horizon. Off in the distance, by a high ridge that led up to the knees of the mountain range were several shapes. The creature gave a snort as they shrunk away with the setting sun, fearing the prime hunting hours of darkness. A stream of musty urine marked his territory as he clawed the bark off a tree with one great swipe. If they stray too close...

They'll make a fine meal.

In the end, the cat decided he would enjoy stretching his legs with a run, and pursued a deer, letting a ferocious howl rip through the darkening sky. The night was his.

[hider=OOC] To reach the western highlands, the tribe must journey across the southern lowlands, where they may discover signs of a large predator stalking the lands. [/hider]