Slowly, I lowered my sword and made careful steps towards it. The Nundu didn’t move, which made me walk closer. Eventually I was standing right in front of the great beast. With my free hand, I held it out but was ready to move it out of the way as quickly as I could if the Nundu decided to take a bite. When no movement came, I gently placed my hand on one of the very few spots where there were no sharp spikes, its head. The cat leaned into the touch and.. It started purring. The most dangerous magical beast was purring at my touch. To describe the feelings I had swirling in my body were far too complicated to unravel.