Thankfully, or perhaps not for his nerves, it was a long, quiet vigil. This was a wooded park, not some wild life preserve and the Hunter made no appearance.

None at all.

At least it gave him time to trace the scents and realize it truly did just APPEAR with no explanation on how she had gotten to the rocks? That wild, tingle feel of the area faded as the hours crept past and the Pard did eventually seem to pass not into sleep but into unconsciousness. And, annoyingly, she still hadn't healed. This person in fur didn't have a single hint of shifter healing ability it seemed.