Kyu approached cautiously, its small form weaving through the dense foliage like a shadow. The Obsidian Prowler, a creature that towered over both of us with rippling muscles and pitch-black fur, radiated malice. Its eyes gleamed with fury, an unrelenting intent to kill, yet somehow, it hadn't attacked. Not yet.
Kyu, unperturbed by the massive predator, gently rubbed against the prowler's leg, as though soothing it, while the beast's gaze remained locked onto me. Its golden eyes were full of rage—rage that seemed focused, controlled, as though it were waiting for something. Perhaps it wasn't me it wanted to kill, or at least not immediately.
