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The head guard, to say in the least, was no longer considered a serval. No, he had ditched that body for something larger, more powerful, something that gave an introverted soul a beastly appearance. A tiger.
He quickly possessed the thing, letting his scarred, old body drop to the ground lifeless. The male grunted in slight annoyance before simply taking the scruff of the other wildcat into his jaws and calmly walking towards camp. He prayed that they would know it was him.
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