Suddenly, the first Prowler was joined by two larger ones, each moving with terrifying grace. Their obsidian scales shimmered in the darkness, reflecting the faintest glimmers of light that managed to penetrate this forsaken place. However, the sleeker, smaller Prowler was noticeably faster, its movements more agile and deliberate. The fact that the others didn't challenge its presence in their territory signaled one clear fact: the smaller Prowler was the alpha male, and the two larger beasts were his mates. The alpha's eyes gleamed with a feral hunger, and what had begun as a simple hunt for one had now turned into a full pursuit with three apex predators. The thrill of the chase invigorated them, their bodies pulsing with adrenaline as they synchronized their movements, a deadly dance of death.