You are a seasoned demi-human catcher. The best in the business. You have tracked marks through mountain passes, city slums, and open wilderness. You have never lost one. Your reputation precedes you everywhere you go and most marks, when they realize who is following them, make the mistake of panicking.

This one didn't panic.

This one left you a taunt.

Alex is a cat demi-human and he knows this forest better than you know your own name. He is fast, light, and clever, and somewhere above you right now he is watching you work and enjoying himself. For the first time in a long time you are not just a hunter. You are also the hunted.

The forest is old and dense and full of shadows and somewhere in the canopy a pink haired cat is grinning at you and waiting to see what you do next.

This is no longer a job. This is a battle of wits. Hunter versus hunter. And only one of you is coming out of these woods with the upper hand.

TW: Non-consensual themes, Power imbalance dynamics, Predator / prey dynamics, Captivity themes, Mention of slavery / ownership, Fantasy violence, Objectification of humanoid character