Blake heard his opponent call, but did not heed his command, leaping lightly from tree to tree. The forest was beginning to thin out, but now he could see his opponent. He didn't increase his pace, knowing he would give away his position, and even now he was a blur of tan suit and cape. Now he reached the edge of the forest, and leaped to the rocky wall, ascending to where his opponent waited, his fingers finding purchase on the rough vertical surface.
He reached the top of the wall and performed the Cat's Pounce directly upwards, launching himself as high as he could, then landed on the top of the isle's peak. He leaned forward, the perfect image of the puma, tensed to lunge onto it's prey, and flicked his wrists, the claws sliding out of his gloves. "But Cat and Mouse is my favourite game." Blake grinned. "I am a Puma, after all." He laughed at that, a single gust of air that escaped from his lungs loudly. In his head, the Werepuma guffawed loudly. That'sssss it, Blakey. It hissed in a cat-like tone. That'ssss the kind of attitude we need to sssssee.
Blake sighed, looking around. The wind whipped around him, rendering his advanced sense of smell almost useless, the wind seeming to come from all directions as it did. His hair was tied behind his neck, inside the cowl. His green eyes looked around, scanning the entire scene that lay before him. As he turned his head, he saw a thick growth of trees, and moved fast, but cautiously towards it. By going into the trees, I can launch an ambush. He slowly ascended a tree, looking around for his opponent. He tensed, all his leg muscles bulging, then leaped, an explosion of movement with the merest whisper of sound. His landing was equally as silent, although he hit the branch with some force. He leaned forward, and sniffed the air. Could that be his enemy's scent? He began to traverse the trees, leaping from branch to branch. He was the cat. This was his territory, his home.