You draw the fletching to your ear, wondering about your sanity, then let fly. The arrow punches through the undergrowth, and you hear the unmistakable sound of an arrowhead splitting flesh, followed by a gigantic yowl. Something huge crashes off into the trees, letting loose wild, deep-throated growls.
Fear and satisfaction well up inside you. You weren’t going mad after all. You are almost certain you were being stalked by a Shadow-puma. You’ve definitely pissed it off, now.
It bursts from the foliage forty yards down the road, an arrow standing from its shoulder. It snarls viciously and charges toward you.