<span style="font-style: italic">The stench of rot wafted through the crisp air of the end of winter, the panther stood before the fallen fighter, facing them with such rage it could be felt like a hot knife. His lips raised high into a snarl as he gazed on at the shed life. The life of an elder soldier who thought Glory would come from killing a pit panther. His claws glistened in the fire light before he turned to the guards who ushered him to the next room. Following only to be locked in a maze. A rock hit his form making him twist and gaze at the attacker. His eyes wild, teeth laden with blood and saliva. He looked like a monster. Lifting a paw the panther stared. The fighter egged him on but fell all the same. Growling the panther let out a roar of triumph before bolting through the maze...</span><br/><br/>Talon pawed the air as he ran. Whimpering and crying out weakly, begging to be let out. Each dream was different memories. The scent of food roused him, moving he whined but sat up. Moving more till he saw the food. He began to eat and cry silently. Happy it was just a dream. Lifting his head he spoke, "Kate... Where are you?"