I was pleased at my co-author's insight here… but on reflection, not overly surprised.

Nice job, hayseed.

"One Day at a Time"

By Johnny R. Call

and Joseph Manno

Bagheer’s eyes followed Mantovanni's back as he strode away. The Tzenkethi allowed a noise to escape his throat, uncertain himself whether it was purr or growl. His nostrils flared.

All around him—every day—was the scent of prey.

He continued to wage his private war.

Humans, the great cat thought in contempt, and admiration—at least for this one. Most were yammering, pathetic little monkeys that barely warranted notice, let alone respect.

And that urge was always there—even with him.

It was his heart that stayed him.

I am his friend.

He is mine.

And the battle continued.