The doe started to run, but it didn't have a chance. Being caught alone, it didn't have the herd to alert it when it dipped its head down to graze on the fine grasses. A cat shouldn't be in the forest anyway. It probably didn't know it could be prey to anything besides cars. Taking a rest on a tree branch, Gage couldn't help the pang in his heart. His little sister took the form of a deer. One day she might roam these woods, so unaware of a hungry cat. He went silent at the thought, forgetting to echolocate for seconds. When he did, the cat moved on and he almost missed the creature dragging the doe back the way it came rather than up a tree like panthers tended to do.

Feeling curious once again, he climbed up the branches so he could take flight again, working hard in tight circles to gain height once again. Bat wings just didn't work like bird's. Trailing behind, he continued to follow the panther if only because nothing like this ever happened.