It has felt like he has been sitting here for hours and hours on end. He could hear bugs buzzing in the background, birds chirping, clanmates murmuring words as they passed by. He focused greatly on their pawsteps, trying to pick out any that he would call familiar. But he didn't pick up Amunet's among the pawsteps, much to his dismay. He knew how she didn't like it when he ventured by himself. He was truly putting himself at a risk every time, but she can't just expect him to sit like a sitting duck. It makes him feel useless, and he does not want to be useless. He wants to get used to this damn territory, do something, be something- but he can't do any of that if he waits here for any longer. Who knows how long Amunet is away right now, maybe Vladimir could explore for a bit and return to his spot before Amunet notices anything. That seemed like a perfect plan, and the Russian quickly decided that is what he'll do.

The tom pricked his ears for one last time to attempt to pick up on her voice or paw steps, but he got nothing. So, she wasn't nearby. Without a second thought, the cougar got up onto his paws and began to pad slowly away from Amunet's tree and to the camp entrance- which he memorized right now. As he padded along, he didn't come to realize his one mistake. He forgot to check scents- if he used his nose, he would have known Amunet was nearby, and he could have gone directly to her. Instead of, you know, padding off to venture into a territory where crocodiles can make Vladimir a little snack.

[ [member=72]AMUNET G.[/member] ]

Amunet did a nice job of staying downwind and hiding her scent from Vladimir. Vladimir didn't even come across it as he carefully made his way through Tanglewood's camp, a mistake on his part. He was focusing more on his surroundings by sound, rather than scent. He was listening for any paw step, any kind of noise that indicated someone was nearby. He didn't notice the jaguar behind him, until his ears suddenly pricked up at the sound of claws silently clicking against rocks. It has been expressed already, the mountain lion had heightened senses, due to his loss of sight. It wasn't like to an extreme, but he was able to pick up the growl and the clicking of claws. But there is one problem- he picked those up a little too late. It didn't give him time to react, like he could defend himself anyway. He was still processing it in his mind when paw steps turned into a dash, and suddenly claws were at his shoulders, gripping onto him and then tugging. The tugging caused the blind panther to stumble on his paws, giving Amunet what she wanted- to pin him to the ground.

Vladimir wasn't that hard to pin, considering Vladimir's lack of training. When he was young, he never really trained himself to fight to a huge extent. He learned how to hunt and learned the basic ways of fighting- he assumed he would learn more fighting as he got older. What he didn't know was that would all change through one mistake. That mistake cost him his sight, and future battle skills he wished to have. And now, he's defenseless, pinned to the ground with Amunet's paw on his face. And he couldn't help it but feel livid. Vladimir was well aware that Amunet did not like it when he ventured out by himself. He couldn't blame her, he really was taking a risk anytime he walks out there by himself. He's not angry about that, no not at all. Instead, he's livid with the way Amunet is handling his disobedience- she didn't have to pin him to the ground to get his attention. He was still upset about her smacking him, suddenly ambushing him was ten times worse than that- he would have preferred her to just smack him again! Not this, not getting the feeling that he is in danger and at risk of getting harmed. He could hear the anger in her voice, he must have pushed her past the line- as this would be his fourth time going into the territory by himself. Wait, maybe it would be his fifth time? Honestly he's not that sure, he's kind of lost count. He listened to what she had to say, as she applied pressure to his cheek with her dainty claw, his lip slightly curling to reveal his pearly, white teeth. "I didn't vant to sit in kamp all day, I hadn't seen you at all today! Arrrrghh ! I'm vell avarrre of dangerrrs, zat I haven't rrran acrrross, but I vant to learrrn and memorrrize zis terrritorrry, it not as easy forrr me as it forrr you! Arrrrghh ! And I do karrre- I did not mean to give you hearrrt attack, Amunet." He began to respond with an angered tone, before he felt a sudden amount of weight on his back. It felt like Amuet was sitting on him! When he tried to get up, he couldn't budge, it felt like she was crushing him.

"Get off of me, Amunet! Arrrrghh !" He snapped, as he tried to move in some kind of way to get her off, ears flattened to his skull.