The Leopard froze in his tracks at the sound of a human voice. He great head whip around, he starred back the way he had come, ears raised high and eyes wide. Had his enemies come to this strange place as well?!

Not taking any chances, he quickly turned south and begin to circle back around what ever had cried out. As he did, the things sent was carried to him on the on the wind. Human, but not one he recognised. Using all the stealth a hunter of his experience possessed, the great cat eventually positioned himself behind the stranger.

His ears told him that they where going in the same direction he had originally taken. Careful he raised his head a fraction higher and fully spied the human. Thankfully it was not his enemy, but a female, dressed in cloths he had never seen before. Her movements suggested that she was not searching for him, or even aware of the Man-Eater.

Seeing she was no threat, the Leopard decided to follow the newcomer. He was not hungry at present, having fed no long before the hunters had come for him, and he was tired, but he was curious. He would also need food and water eventually, perhaps she could lead him to them.

Lowering his head into the grass once again, the Spotted Devil, now as close to invisible as nature could achieve, began to follow.