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The panther slowly plodded his way forwards, lobes pricked up and focused on a single scent. He was careful not to let the sharp rocks scrape his fur. Sure he didn't mind blood, anybody's, but it was a fuss to get rid of and plus he wasn't in the Pitt's territory anymore. No, he decided to step outside of the boundaries and walk a ways until he picked up a new smell.
Some kinda sheep, no, goat. SHeep didn't live in the mountains. He shook his head, mountain goats did, those poor fucks. Soon enough, he spotted his target, crouched low. The shadows on his pelt drew the ones pressed in the crevices of the mountains, drawing them as tight around him as he could. The animal's head was hung low as it grazed, it didn't seem to notice the huge male stalking him. Jor's eyes reflected briefly against the animals as he made a sound, but  there wasn't anywhere for the wooly beast to run.
A clean crunch echoed in his ears, light and playful, and his maw was already  beginning to stain crimson.

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He was about to eat but a voice reached his ears, accompanied by a strange smell and he looked up to see another of his kind. They, no, she, was acting strange. Normally jaguars didn't come that close but oh well. His eyes scanned the other's body and he let out a friendly grin.
"Just haven't been feeling myself these past few days so I thought I'd get out of Pitt territory for a while. Anyways, hey there, mi amor. Mind backing up just  a little bit so I can take a look at you?" His bloodstained maw curved in a small smile. There was no way this fully grown jaguar didn't know what to do upon first meeting. He could see through her little act immediately, but it amused him for the moment, so he let it slide.

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"Oh, I've noticed. The Pitt doesn't like mountains." He smiled again at her and noticed how she ignored his offer for her to kindly back away and instead sat down, curling her spotted tail around her paws. He mimicked her movement and sat down right next to her, dipping his head to tear into the fresh meat. "You want some? I  doubt I can finish it on my own." A teasing offer, yet the same time exposing the back of his neck to her should she attack. If she did decide to do that stupid move, however, he had no doubts  he  could easily overpower her.

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She seemed to accept the fact that he wasn't leaving anytime soon. The decision was made with a huff and a shrug and suggestion he should introduce himself. "The name's Jormungand, but you can call me Jor." He offered with a half smile, noting that she didn't make any threatening moves towards him. Good. So the kitty was kinda smart. "Hello Aphra Cipher, pleased to meet you."
He watched her give in to temptation and dip her head to take a bite, occasionally glancing at him sideways in order to make sure he didn't do anything sneaky. Why would he? Here he was, in enemy territory, sharing a meal with a hot woman. He certainly wasn't complaining, and by the looks of it, Aphra wasn't going to either. She decided to let him sit next to her after all.
Finishing part of his meal he lifted his head to face her crouched form. "Y'know, you're kind of pretty, princessa." He crooned into her ear before continuing to tear into the meat. Sure, when two predators share a meal, there's bound to be contact between teeth as they clash against one another, and Jor deliberately touched his muzzle against hers more than once, careful not to keep contact for too long. Should she protest he'd simply shrug and say it was an accidental brush since they were both eating.

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He grinned as she accepted his approaches with surprising ease, even returning a compliment. He liked her.  "Love... in Italy, we say mi amore.... mi amore." His voice grew raspy as he noted her fur fluffed up to his words, she didn't seem threatened, which was exactly what he hoped for. He raised his muzzle again, stood up, and slowly began circling her. "Is what I am doing making you scared, or nervous?" He questioned with a small smile, brushing against her back and gently touching his tail to hers. He wanted to see who this Aphra was, what she had in her, and if she was fine with it he'd probably explore a bit further and see what she's got.