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Theagrim approached the strange purple creature, smelling the air carefully. The lithe beast stood her ground as he approached. Perhaps this was a rare type of panther, who like the shadowcat, had adapted to its surroundings...not by becoming ethereal, but by blending in with the purples of the forest. He stopped a few paces away from her, sizing her up. She looked just as curious about him. She looked into his eyes, and he saw in her glowing green eyes a strange sense of intelligence. Perhaps some strange magic had infused this creature with the beginnings of sentience. That would explain the magical runes on each of her shoulders. He could sense that this creature was not twisted with demonic magic, which made him thankful. He did not notice the vague similarities of her shoulder inscriptions to the slightly different markings he himself bore when taking the form of a bear.

Sameyila eyed the lion warily, wondering if he had approached her because of her heat. If not, he might be a threat to her safety. She was confident that she could easily defeat him if necessary, but she would have to remain on her guard for any hostile gestures. He was strange, and stood out against the forest, his tawny fur juxtaposed with a dark brown mane that descended half his back. He was the largest lion she had ever seen, but she had only seen three of them over the 10,000 years of her life. She had never risked mating any of them, since her panther was the closest form she had. The strange connection she felt with this creature was only more eerie as she peered into his eyes, sensing unusual intelligence. He must be quite an animal. She had been looking for a shadowcat to mate, but now her attention was fully captured by this strange, horned lion. Perhaps he would do, as long as she were careful.

The purple cat sniffed Theagrim once, and then spun onto her back in the grass, looking up at him playfully. He recognized the pose immediately as foreplay in the lion mating ritual, and assumed that things were the same among panthers. He smiled down at her strongly muscled form, her gentle curves framing her body in a sleek, sensual way. But her claws were sharp, so he knew he ought to be careful. He padded up to the feline, who was rubbing her back against the ground, her tail flicking back and forth vivaciously. Her long ears were held back, pressed against the soft earth, so it was difficult for Theagrim to read her mood.

He sniffed at her, processing the strong smell of her pheromones. She smelled wonderful, ripe, and tender. She lay there, rolling about as she locked her eyes with his, and he decided the strange creature was also cautious. Perhaps her instincts were saying yes, but her eyes questioned his unusual appearance. He tested the waters, moving his snout toward her head slowly, watching her carefully for an attempt to scratch or bite him. But she did not shy as he lowered his maned head, sniffing and then licking the side of her face.

Sameyila felt a tingle through her body as the large male licked her face, and she reflexively rubbed her face against him and his scratchy tongue. She pedaled her hind legs futilely in the air, flicking her tail back and forth. The lion was responding as she had hoped, playing along with the courtship. She was in some ways disappointed. In 10,000 years and over ten times that many copulations, her summer vacation to the forests of Ashenvale had begun to dull and devolve into a flurry of mindless matings on her part.

Even as he continued to lick her face, she pondered. At first her couplings with the animals had been incredibly rewarding â€" she had felt like she was participating in the eternal life cycle of nature, more connected with the powers of life than her many peers, the priestesses. She wondered if any of her recent antagonists, the male Night Elf druids, could have matched the interconnectedness she had shared. She had joined with the fauna of the forest, allowing them to complete her craving to couple that she could not satisfy while the all the males slept in the Emerald Dream. It had been a glorious time for several thousand years.

But that was the curse of immortality. The World Tree had infused the Night Elves with eternal life, just as the Well of Eternity until its devastating destruction. She had changed, where nature had not. She continued to come south at spring, searching for her animal lovers, but their life spans were no match for hers. She met the same sort of wolves, bears, panthers, plainstriders, rabbits, and ravens, and she let them all pleasure her, but she never felt the same as she had in the beginning. No longer did she feel the web of life and her part of it. Indeed, she could never participate fully in the life cycle with these creatures, unable to bear their young. So she continued to copulate and climax, letting herself be filled again and again, but the only need she satisfied was lust.

That was the source of her disappointment. She knew she would mate this lion, and he would cooperate, and they would part, with her looking for another random animal to mindlessly mate. He had seemed different to her, somehow. There was something strange about him, his eyes, and the electricity running through his tongue. She didn't want to just fuck this handsome creature â€" she had wished she could for once in her life make love to him. She shook her head, clearing her thoughts. He was just a lion, and she was sure she would enjoy having him inside her. That would have to be enough. She cursed the male Night Elves, having hoped with their return that she could lead a normal life, fulfill her need for love, caring, and even children. But their insufferable arrogance seemed to make that impossible. This was her first vacation absent of the hope that once the male Night Elves returned she could end the cycle of lust, boredom, and discontentedness. With the World Tree destroyed, and its replacement failing, her only hope on this trip was that now, without immortality, she would eventually face the release of death.

He licked the young panther's face as she rubbed against him, smelling her, trying to read her mood, and he was astonished at the feelings that emanated from her mind. He felt a great sadness and dissatisfaction, power feelings he had never sensed in another animal before. It must be the magic that coursed through her veins. He wondered exactly how sentient the beast was, and he wondered what could cause such inconsolable depression in her, when her outward actions appeared normal. He hoped that he could help.

She batted playfully at the lion's face, feeling hopeless and pathetic as she sought once again for a quick, superficial sex romp with a random creature. She knew that it would take the rest of the day, considering feline mating ritual, but she felt she might as well hurry it along as best she could. She flipped onto her paws, lying gracelessly on her front legs while her rump waved lazily in the air, her long, sinuous purple tail held aside. This was a sure sign that she was ready, and she hoped he took her without question, as the young wolf had done less than an hour before.

Theagrim found himself face to face with her soft, pink, entrance, her tail held temptingly aloft, beckoning him to cover her. He looked over the sexy feline, his glistening red penis beginning to peak out of his sheath, and he could tell from her posture that she was ready and willing. But something made him hesitate â€" the feelings that he could sense around the cat like a furious cloud. Something told him that taking her now would do nothing to help her â€" she was not merely troubled by her heat. Instead of climbing onto the willing beast, he padded gently alongside her, rubbing his side against hers until they stood fully side by side. He licked the back of her neck. It was an earlier step in the courtship of lions, one that was usually greeted by the female presenting herself for him, which she had already done. He wondered how the female would take this.

Perplexed, Sameyila felt the young lion come aside of her, not taking her rather blatant hint. The feel of their fur intertwined coursed through her body, with a similar tingling sensation. Though she hadn't felt this way about an animal in thousands of years, she dismissed the chemistry she was feeling as only mild curiosity about the peculiar creature. She figured whatever excitement she was feeling about this male would wane when he turned out to be no different than the ten thousand other felines she had entertained over the years. Aggravated, she tried again to convince the lion to speed things up, responding to his tongue by turning away from him, lifting her tail, and presenting herself to him again, desperately.

He would have none of that, though. He found the panther's actions curious. No lion or other cat had shunned the long courtship ritual as quickly as this one, and though he was incredibly aroused by the beautiful feline, he sensed that something was wrong. Instead of giving in to her lustful demands, he surprised her, putting a heavy paw on her thigh and pushing her over suddenly, onto her back. Startled, the purple cat tried to rear up and strike him with her paw, but after dodging that blow, he backed off a few feet, watching her. She seemed to calm down, and he approached again, stepping gently over her tail to look down at her where she lay on her back, her legs spread.

Sameyila was getting frustrated. She wondered what was wrong with this strange lion. She considered fleeing, even though she knew that he was probably not a threat at this point. He was behaving perfectly gentlemanly, except for his refusal to meet her needs. After he had pushed her onto her back and began approaching her, she wondered if somehow his species of feline faced each other when mating. That might explain his refusal to mount her. She decided that she must be handling the ritual incorrectly, and if she wanted him to proceed quickly, she'd better take her cues from him. She watched him as he lowered his head between her legs, sniffing her moist vulva.

Her eyes widened when Theagrim then ran his long, scratchy tongue under her tail, roughly pressing against her pink mound. It felt really good, though she would have rather felt his full-grown cock within her. She lay on her back, letting him lick her, while she tried to figure out what she was supposed to do to take this relationship to its next and final phase. He seemed to be ignoring her efforts, despite Sameyila having regulated her body into the final, most willing stage of heat. But it appeared she could do nothing to rush this great beast.

Theagrim licked the strange panther again and again, smelling and tasting her strong estrus. She was doing an excellent job arousing the young Tauren, but he had a stubborn druid's resolve. She lay in front of him, quivering at the sensation of his rough tongue rubbing across her slit and clitoris, pulling her folds roughly apart with the force of each protrusion. The purple feline started moaning, a low growl building in her throat that was anything but aggressive in nature. She seemed to shiver with each powerful lick.

Sameyila finally had to admit that this part of courtship was almost as good as the more intimate later parts. The lion licked her between her legs, pressing his tongue against her crotch and generating a lot of heat and friction. She dug her front claws into the ground beside her, reeling at the sensations pouring through her body. Yet even as she could barely restrain herself, desperately pushing her hindquarters against him, he did not slow the administrations of his tongue. The sandpaper-like surface of his tongue began to push further and further into her, spreading her lips apart until he was penetrating her. She assumed that it was this friction causing the warm tingling inside of her whenever the big cat touched her, ignoring the strange connection between the two of them.

He would not left up, driving his tongue deeply into his panther. She was roiling around on her back, pushing her splayed legs and hips upward against him with greater speed as she approached her climax. Her voice echoed throughout the woods, her growls turning into roars mixed with whimpers as she strained against him. His tongue filled her vaginal passage, gliding roughly into and out of her, and when she felt his cold, wet nose pressing against her clitoris, she could take it no more. She roared loudly, in triumph, her body quivering, her internal walls clenching powerfully against his tongue, almost pinning it within her. He could taste her orgasm, as her internal walls gushed fluid around and onto his tongue. He wanted his fetching feline, but felt he had to refrain.

Sameyila could no longer ignore the tingle she felt whenever he touched her. There was something special about the lion, and even before her climax she could feel it. They had a strange connection, and it went well above and beyond his tongue in her vaginal passage. His tongue was rough, but it was the electricity between the two that was overwhelming the young druid. She wondered if somehow this creature were tainted with magic, but at the moment that did not matter to her. She roared, shivering uncontrollably as her feline body was wracked by her powerful orgasm. She could hardly breath, panting loudly, even as the lion licked her patiently, his body calm. She pulled away from him as her orgasm died down, her sensitive genitals reeling against his rough tongue, turning to lay on her side as her chest rolled up and down with each breath.

The panther pulled away from him, turning onto one side as she tried to regain her breath. Her emotions, he sensed, were becoming less cloudy, clearing up slightly. He moved along-side her and lay on his side, facing her, panting softly. He looked into her confused eyes, and placed a heavy paw on her shoulder. He was incredibly glad that he was somehow making her feel better, even as he could barely contain his own lust for her body. Even as he lay, his firm erection lay completely exposed from his sheath, the small barbs covering it tingling with anticipation. But he knew that it would be a number of minutes before his potential mate would be ready for a more substantial intrusion. He leaned forward and licked the side of her cheek.

The tawny, maned lion seemed to have squandered a chance to penetrate her, to her confusion.

She had no idea what sort of courtship this was, and was all the more confused when he licked the side of her face. She rubbed her face against the lion. In all her years, no animal had ever licked her until her climax. Some rituals involved licking and tasting to see if she was ready, but it was always copulation that had caused her to shiver and shake. She had offered this lion the chance to take her, obviously and early, but instead he had pleasured her in a way she had never experienced. And now despite his obvious need, he was letting her relax until she was ready again. She licked his face, and was met with another surprise, as the lion responded by licking back. Their two tongues met in a strange, feline French kiss. It was not her first kiss, though it was her first with any male.

Theagrim pushed his tongue into the feline's mouth, his rough tongue pressed against hers as they each vied for domination. Surprisingly, the panther leaned forward, kissing him with as much passion as he was exhibiting. He had never kissed an animal like this before, and he wondered if the powerful electricity that seemed to flow between himself and the strange cat were the result of her magical nature. It was exhilarating. He kissed his purple-furred lover forcefully, until she suddenly broke this tenuous connection. He was disappointed â€" until a moment later.

Sameyila was aroused, and their kissing had gone a long way toward readying her body for another round, but she was not there yet. She decided that the young lion deserved more than gentle kisses. She suspected there was something very special about this cat, and that he was a cunning and thoughtful animal. He was like no one she had ever met. It gave her hope, even after her hopes had been dashed on the return of the Night Elf druids. She broke their gentle kisses, standing up. The horned lion watched her as she turned around, lying again on her side, but now face to face with the lion's glistening erection. His eyes widened in shock at this move, and she quickly leaned forward, running her rough tongue along his shaft.

He closed his eyes, purring as the magical creature began lapping at his exposed penis. Nothing like this had ever happened to the young Tauren before, and her rough tongue pressing against the bristled barbs of his manhood was a sensation he felt sure he would want to experience again. The waves of pleasure that emanated from her tongue were only amplified by the strange tingling he felt whenever he touched the purple cat. He rested a massive fore-paw on the side of her belly, where she lay, bracing himself for the powerful phenomenon that she was eliciting in him.

Sameyila lapped eagerly at the lion's cock. She had rarely done this before â€" it mostly seemed to confuse normal animals, but he was certainly not normal. She felt his paw on her belly, rubbing her teats gently. She assumed that was an accident, but made her feel very warm. Reflexively she rotated her hindquarters, one leg lying on the ground with the other perpendicular in the air. She enveloped him in her tongue, slowly moving to the base of his glistening shaft. She began licking his sheath, and gently, his large, tight balls. His purring intensified.

Theagrim managed to keep his eyes open as she began pleasuring his sensitive scrotum. He looked instead between her legs, her winking vulva only a foot or two away from his massive head. He continued to rub her belly, making sure to run his pads across her small, pink nipples. Their size indicated she had never been pregnant before, though he sincerely doubted she had never mated. Finally, he couldn't resist himself, the smell wafting from her depths enveloping his nose even as her tongue lashed against his manhood. He lowered his head between her legs, and once again began slurping up the fluids moistening her proud entrance.

It took all of her resolve to continue licking the great beast as he began running his prickly tongue across her still over-sensitive vulva. She flicked her tail back and forth in pleasure, almost like a wolf, as he provided heavenly friction across her nipples and mound. She returned her tongue to the lion's shaft, pulling it along its length from base to tip. She could taste the beginnings of his seed, a familiar flavor, as over the years she had spent much time cleaning herself out after a long day.

The two druids licked each other with fervor, but it was Theagrim who could not last. The horned lion was already incredibly horny before the panther had started lathering him in her saliva, and the whole experience was finally too much for the kind beast. With a misplaced mating roar, the lion released, sending his seed soaring through the air, most of it striking the female's face or neck. She did not seem surprised, but he was not in a position to notice, his eyes closed as his orgasm took him. He sprayed his semen again, and then one more time as his body convulsed in pleasure.

Theagrim was in no position to continue licking the sexy feline, and he lay on his side, panting as his climax began to subside, purring loudly. The panther just watched him. He smiled, amused at her rather serious expression while isolated spurts of white fluid accented the fur of her face and neck. He decided he'd better help her out with that, but was having trouble summoning the energy to move at that moment.

Sameyila watched the young lion quivering in pleasure, her mood ambivalent. She was glad to please the strange creature. She was less miffed that he had refused her earlier advances. She was aroused, and happy to continue the courtship with him. But she wondered if her hope was somehow misplaced. He was definitely unusual, and she felt something strange about him. The connection between them was palpable, electric. But in the end, would he just be an especially great fuck that she would remember fondly as the next spring came around? How could that not be the case? He was just a lion, and he had no idea that she was far more than just a panther. The lion pulled himself up, approaching the curious druid, moving to stand face to face with her, where she lay. She looked at him with uncertainty, until he licked her face.

The panther seemed startled as he began to clean her fur, licking out the remnants of his exultant ejaculation. He sensed the complexity of her emotions, and the change as he began licking the side of her face and neck. Now she seemed amused and affectionate, rubbing against him. He purred, tasting himself for the second time that day. He wondered if she was again ready to mate. He knew that he would be ready soon, despite his recent orgasm. But that was the way of felines.

As he licked her face and neck, the druidess shivered. Her body was indeed ready to mate with this strange creature, her loins on fire from his recent licks. But she didn't know what to do â€" presenting her rump had gotten her nowhere so far, and she had never known a male to prefer foreplay to getting the job done. She knew she must be courting him the wrong way. She was frustrated, but her frustration was no match for her newfound hope. She wasn't sure if it even mattered if she managed to convince this great beast to take her, again and again. Perhaps she could be content â€" it had already been one of the best sexual experiences of her life. But still, she should try. She decided to retreat to step one, hoping that the lion would take the initiative after that.

Theagrim grinned as the panther flopped over onto her side, and then onto her back, thrashing about playfully. Perhaps she was ready again. She was at least back to flirting. He wondered if she wanted his tongue between her legs â€" she had seemed to really enjoy that â€" but he wanted more than a taste, this time. He was disappointed that the female feline hadn't turned away, tail aside with her butt in the air. He would have taken her without hesitation. Instead, he chose a more interesting tack. He scaled the magical creature's body, even as she lay on her back. She watched him with confusion in her startling glowing eyes as he stepped over her, his belly fur brushing up against hers, rubbing against her sensitive teats. Finally, he stood over her, their noses almost touching and their tails entwined. He could barely handle the tingled that overwhelmed his body, wherever the two cats touched.

Neither could Sameyila, the lion's belly fur causing untold arousal and that strange connection throughout her. She licked his nose, and suddenly the two cats were kissing again, furiously. Their lust was accompanied by equal parts passion and affection as they pushed their tongues against each other, both panting for breath between sloppy licks. They were too caught up in the moment to realize how strange it was â€" neither had ever kissed anyone of the opposite sex, especially not an animal. She pressed her strong paws gently against his chest, her forelegs nestled next to his. She wanted whatever physical contact should could muster with the large lion. The more they touched, the greater the connection she felt. It was addictive.

Theagrim could barely control himself, his mind thinking of only one thing â€" getting as close to the panther as possible. He burned with desire, pressing himself against her prone body. He wanted and needed to be more connected to her, and when he suddenly felt the tip of his raging erection press against her wet slit, he knew the only way to get closer to her. Even while the two cats French-kissed with abandon, he felt the panther spread her hind legs apart. If that was permission or not, it did not matter to Theagrim. He needed her like he had never needed anything before. He thrust forward.

Sameyila had felt his organ against her vulva, and she could think of nothing she wanted more than to feel his cock within her. She spread her legs for him, curling her tail around his, and when he responded by pushing himself into her, she roared exultantly. Apparently his species did mate face to face. Other than her initial roar, she did not stop kissing him as he penetrated her. She decided that this position was much, much better than the traditional feline style. It was now as if every part of her body was in contact with every part of his, and the warmth that cast over her body was so palpable that she was surprised the two beasts did not burst into flames.

Overwhelmed, the Tauren druid could do nothing but give in to instinctual, animalistic lust. They touched each other in every way possible, from their entwined tongues to their entwined tails and everything in between. But it was her blessed warmth surrounding his tapering red erection that took over his mind. He pushed his way into his mate, as deeply as he could. The excitement caused the backwards-pointed barbs along the length of his shaft to swell within her, pressing against her internal walls and latching into her. He removed his tongue from her mouth, aware that what he would do next might cause some retaliation on the part of the purple panther. He pulled himself back, his penis pulling partially out â€" but the barbs dragged roughly across her vaginal walls.

Sameyila was no ordinary cat â€" unlike most animals, she had copulated with a variety of felines hundreds of thousands of times, and this was nothing new to her. It was a common misconception, in her opinion, that this part of a feline's mating habits was incredibly painful to the female. Over the years she had grown to enjoy the full extent of that sensation. She had always enjoyed the more ferocious animals as partners. Nevertheless, when he pulled back, his barbs raking her insides, she roared, pushing against the lion's strong chest, her ears laid back. The shock to her sensitive nerve endings was a powerful as ever, and was incredibly enhanced by the magical lion, whose every touch seemed to send waves of heat and electricity through her body. She dug her claws reflexively into his shoulders as the pain and pleasure washed over her.

With a wild grunt, Theagrim again thrust inside of the beautiful feline. Entry, he knew, was much more pleasant for the female, but for each thrust in there must be one out. He was hardly in control of his actions anymore, his desire and lust filling his mind. He pulled out of her again, causing another echoing roar to fill the forest. He realized that he too, was crying out, but from immense pleasure. He could barely feel the claws digging into his shoulders, drawing a small amount of blood. He had never in his life felt this good. This strange cat...she was intoxicating.

Sameyila gripped her lover tightly, roaring as he began to hump against her prone body, speeding up his thrusts as he pumped his barbed cock deeply within her and pulled it fiercely out of her. She realized she was drooling, but she didn't care. Her mouth was wide open, and she called and called, her screams testament to the power and ferocity of her mate, until her voice was ragged. She had adjusted to the incredible sensations flowing through her body, centered at the tip of the lion's erection deep within her. The lion seemed to sense this, further speeding up his thrusts. Suddenly, he was kissing her again, his rough tongue filling her open mouth. She kissed him back, between frantic gasps for breath.

Both druids were lost adrift the powerful sensations coursing through their bodies, and it was only a matter of time before they could control themselves no longer. As Theagrim roared, releasing powerfully within her, Sameyila began to shudder, her whole body tingling. She pushed her hips upward frantically against her lover as her climax hit her. She could feel the warmth spreading within her â€" even his seed seemed to have a magical connection. Her claws dug into his shoulders even more forcefully as he suddenly pulled away from her, his barbs pulling painfully out of her. Her ears drooped as he disconnected, stepping back until the two big cats were no longer touching at all. Sameyila felt almost as if she had been struck as he left her, the amazing connection she felt suddenly severed. She could only feel a dull tingling inside of her, where the big lion's semen flowed. She roared in pleasure.

Instincts had forced Theagrim's sudden departure, for that was the way of felines, but instantly he felt regret. Even though his body quivered with excitement and pleasure at the moment of ecstasy, he felt empty without the panther pressing against him. She had felt almost a part of him. He watched her as she lay on the ground, moaning and pedaling her legs. He gasped for breath, feeling as if he had just run from a warm fire and jumped into the cold ocean.

As the strong sensations neither had felt before died down, they finally were able to return to their normal senses. Theagrim sat and watched as his mate regained her breath, lying on the ground in what he could only imagine was an afterglow as warming and contenting as his own. But still he missed the feeling, the tingling that he felt when he touched her. He ignored his instincts and moved next to her. He lay down next to her, his fur brushing against hers, and sighed, relieved to feel the sense of connection again. His purring joined hers.

Sameyila felt wonderful in a way she had never felt before. As he lay next to her, the emptiness inside of her vanished. She purred, having regained her breath after sharing that incredible moment. She turned to look at the handsome cat, who seemed to have a smile on his face as he lay there next to her. She flung her tail across his, and he wrapped his tail around hers as they lay there, trying to come to terms with what had just happened.

For a few minutes, they lay there quietly, but to Theagrim's dismay, the panther pulled away from him. He stood quickly, alarmed, not willing to let her go â€" not yet. Yet as he gained his footing, he saw that she was not trying to escape him. She stood before him as she had twice before, her rump wafting lazily in the air as she crouched on all fours. Her tail was held aside, and she looked back at him over her shoulder, her tongue lolling in the air to dissipate the heat of her body. He felt so empty apart from her that even had he wanted, he could not have refused this third invitation. Looking at her pink vulva as it seemed to wink at him, he could see evidence of his recent copulation with her. It was only a moment before he was ready again, and he padded forward, wanting nothing more than to claim this beautiful beast.

She shivered uncontrollably as the lion mounted her, his belly fur rubbing against the fur on her back. She felt his forelegs on either side of her belly as she lay there, waiting for him. He scaled her until his hind legs brushed up against hers. She was so warm, so ready, and he was taking way too long. She could hardly handle the anticipation. The lion seemed somehow to constrain himself, however. She felt him lick the back of her neck gently as he repositioned his feet. Finally, he swept her tail aside with his own tail, gripping her gently between her shoulder blades with his teeth. As their tails touched, she arched her back to meet him, and with his eager thrust, they were finally together, stiff and trembling.

Again Sameyila roared, disturbing some nearby birds who flew frantically into the air, while Theagrim moaned through his clenched teeth as he began to thrust his hips back and forth. Sensations overwhelmed them, added to and superseded by the connection of nature the two druids shared. It was a drug that would cause the two cats to repeat this process again and again, until day broke, barely visible overhead through the purple-leafed canopy. Finally, the two rested against each other, purring.

Sameyila had found the night exhilarating, but as her lust wore off, her mind returned to her. She knew the feeling she had for the horned-lion could not be love. They had just shared a passionate night. It had been the best sex of her life, and he had been surprisingly gentle and caring. But she knew that this was where it must end â€" she needed to return to her own life, and he needed to return to the savannah, or wherever he lived. It saddened her greatly to slink away from the big cat while he slept, especially as she finally lost the electric physical contact she had been sharing with him for hours upon hours. But somehow, just knowing a creature like him existed gave her hope. She snuck into the night with a renewed sense of purpose and meaning, despite the painful gap in her being that she felt as she parted with him. She was not really a cat, and she could not remain with him, as much as she might want to.

Theagrim awoke, wondering if it could all have really happened, but the memories were so acute, and so different that he knew it had. The magical pantheress would not leave his mind, and he ached after her. He could smell her scent, intermingled with his, and could have followed her, but he knew he must get back to his work. He had a responsibility to the horde that was more important than his personal wish to track her down. He padded away to continue his scouting, but he knew he could never stop looking to the shadows to try to catch a glimpse of purple fur through the depths of the forest, longing to see her again.