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Lucius' citrine gaze flitted from Creole, to the young cat, and back at least once before the decision was made. 
They would tail the cougar.
Cooperative and ever-dutiful, Lucius grinned alongside his Sire, flowing into a hunter's prowl at Creole's side, descending into the lower bushes and slopes to stalk the feline. 
A protective fire lit in his veins, thinking of Nyra's whelps, still much too young to defend themselves from such a beast as a cougar - in the wrong circumstances, they would certainly perish if a cat got to them at this point in their lives. 

That risk could not remain unchallenged.

The cougar continued on its path, still unaware of the men coming in from behind, at least for now. 
She soon enough spotted a fat Rock Chuck meandering a decent ways down from her, and with interest, dropped into her own hunter's prowling stalk - fixated on the smaller mammal - prey. 
The yearling cat continued on with slowed, purposeful steps...

Lucius rumbled softly as he observed her, a primal and impatient noise as the men continued their approach. 
He glanced sidelong to his Father, fire alive in his young eyes as if to ask when they could attack.