He had long dismissed many of its peculiarities as mere bestial instinct, the twitch of an ear before unseen danger, the subtle bristle of fur when magic stirred in the air. Such things were common among magical creatures, after all. He thought little of it.
But now, standing before the heart of his realm with the truth pressing against his divine awareness, Krogan realized how wrong he had been.
Those instincts were not primitive at all. They were refined, intentional latent magical talent, woven into the very nature of his current form.
Even before he had mastered it, the jaguar's senses seemed almost preternatural, able to detect shifts in magic, to feel danger long before it manifested. If it were mere instinct, he would not have picked up a danger yet to come.
Krogan, having traced the source of his constant sense of danger, sighed with relief.
