Jarret, a young male wolf, was aware of the uneasy cold-war between the wolves and the felines, but no idea of the steps his leaders had prepared to take in order to secure their dominance. He was simply a middle class tradesman, until the blinding light filled the city and the monsterous jaguar suddenly appeared, towering hundreds of feet tall over the village.
He was strolling down a busy main intersection when the beast appeared, flooding the air with his heady musky scent, crouching down, smothering a few hapless citizens and their automobiles beneath is enormous fluffy testicles. Before the titanic feline started giving orders in his booming voice, Jarret even had time to recognize him by sight, although the two had never spoken more than a couple of words.
It was H'shor, a thinner, male jaguar Jarret had seen around the village a few times in local taverns. He'd even sympathized with his position as a somewhat weaker male. Being of the middle class himself, Jarret's options to ascend to the upper class were limited, since he didn't posses the strong, muscular build of the ruling alpha class. Seeing the jaguar now, however, titanic and nude as he was, he felt that H'shor might have had a slim upper body, but seemed to make up for it with his prodigious endowment. Perhaps it was just the overpowering musk or the intense size difference, but Jarret felt more than submissive to the large display of maleness a few yards down the street.
When the Jaguar spoke, his booming voice causing windows to rattle in their panes and seeming to vibrate the very air around him, chaos erupted all around, wolves fleeing in panic, degenerating almost into a mob-like mentality, even scratching and biting their neighbors in their desperation to get away.
Jarret, being weaker than many of the others, realized that he was nearly as likely to be torn apart by his own countrymen in their panic than the massive feline crouched overhead. He quickly decided that he needed to obtain a measure of protection for himself, and quickly...