The man stared, mouth agape.
"Afternoon, hunter." Said Tursmun, his voice slicing through the silence of the forest. The man promptly shut his mouth and stammered a reply,
"Ah, uh, hm, ahem..."
"I see you were following me." Said Tursmun, stated as a statement. He was blunt, not putting the idea up to question. It was obvious the man had some interest in killing a panther, perhaps it as his coat of silky black fur, or maybe just some food for himself and his family.
"Ah, y...yes... I was, um, sorry... about that, I just ah, well, I ah..."
"Yes yes spit it out."
"I-didn't-realize-you-were-a-shape-shifter-sorry-for-hunting-you-I-think-I-have-to-go-have-a-nice-day."
And with that the man fled in an all out sprint, glancing back every now and then to check if a fearsome panther was in pursuit. Tursmun just watched, a little confused on why the man was in such a hurry. He figured that the man had never seen a shape-shifter, much less someone of Tursmun's caliber.
Returning back to his Panther form, Tursmun figured he had nothing better to do and set out in a silent pursuit of the man. Catching up quite quickly, the man was jogging, still looking behind him every now and then. Little did he know, he was looking in the wrong place. After a few hundred meters, he tired and slowed to a walk, confident that he was alone. Tursmun, high in the trees, watched this man, treading loudly through the forest. As Tursmun watched, he caught a scent. A scent that he hadn't smelled in many years. A smell that he had been trying to find for the entirety of his adulthood. It was fresh, maybe a few days old. He looked around, trying to find the source. After finding nothing, he realized the only possible source was the man. He thought back a few minutes, and recalled that the wind was in fact coming from behind him when he had first approached this man. Tursmun, dropping all sense of secrecy, dropped from the tree and flew through the trees, a blur to the naked eye. He spotted the man, and leaped, right as the man turned around, just barely hearing the sound of padded paws on the ground of the forest. Tursmun slammed full speed into the man, forcing the wind out of his lungs and knocking him to the ground, gasping for air. Tursmun landed, turned, and pounced. He pinned the man, who struggled, but had no chance against the powerful muscles of an animal built to kill. Tursmun growled loudly, silencing the man's movements. The mans eyes were filled with fear, but it was not, it seemed, from death, but fear of something else. Tursmun moved to the side, letting the man go, and turned into his human form.
"Where have you been, and why do you smell like my sister?"
*Gasp*
"Answer me." Tursmun said, so quiet the man almost didn't hear him. His voice dripped with venom. Suddenly, the man realized that this shape-shifter was not one to be trifled with, and he could kill him at will.
Still gasping for air, he slowly responded "Are... are you Tursmun?"