The panther's paws struck the forest floor in rhythmic thuds, sleek muscles flexing with each bound.
On his back, Cluckles stood with feathers puffed in determination, while Nibbles crouched at his feet like a general on a warpath.
A trio of Clawtail Recon Squirrels darted ahead as scouts, each twitching with frantic urgency.
The panther was following the scent of Raven, as it could find someone from miles away.
Soon, they reached Raven, who was slapping the group of assassins he had caught.
Pah!
A sharp sound echoed through the woods as the head of an assassin was tilted to the side. One could see his teeth, along with the poison, now lying on the forest ground.
The others were in a similar situation, with all of their teeth slapped out of their mouths and their hands bound.
"Hm, with this, you won't be able to do your suicide routine," Raven muttered as Lia, still in her Leafy disguise, waved her hand.
Whoosh!
