[for a moment, Sam is sure this stranger is going to attack the crowd. He can smell that wash of unsure anger and the resulting nervous fear from their onlookers. Never a good combination. The shifter has a moment to face the dilemma of trying to step in, consider shifting to something larger to deter the cat even knowing it would bring attention on himself - but then the feline makes a retreat. An unhappy one, but without violence, which is all Sam was hoping for.
Maybe it's time he did the same. It was a good afternoon, a good game, but he shouldn't press his luck.
Sam quickly trots off from the dispersing crowd to find his clothes and a place to shift. One thing's for sure - he'll remember that one's scent.]
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Maybe it's time he did the same. It was a good afternoon, a good game, but he shouldn't press his luck.
Sam quickly trots off from the dispersing crowd to find his clothes and a place to shift. One thing's for sure - he'll remember that one's scent.]