Yellow piercing eyes beamed at him as a black mass slowly prowled forward out of the dense foliage the dark twilight concealing most of its features. It was the panther again.

It rarely ever came out from inland preferring the green canvas of the plants to help its self hunt instead of the bright, unsteady sand. Apparently the animal had a change of mind due to the alluring smell of cooked fish.

It kept its stance and head low, ears flattened back and muscles tightened ready to charge. Ben started creeping backwards on his but away from the panther never taking his eyes away from the animal. His heart felt like it was beating a million miles an hour.

Deep green eyes locked on to Primal yellow. The Panther let out a loud snarl and exposed its elongated fangs. "Oh fuck, this isn't good." Ben looked down at his watch with hopeful eyes "YES! It's green!"

As if the Panther sensed that Ben was up to something it dropped most of its weight to its hind legs and used them like a spring and lunged at him. Ben's eyes grew as wide as dinner plates and he rolled to his right out of the way barely dodging the attack.

Through mid tumble he slammed his hand down on the button not even looking at which alien the dial laid on. His muscles expanded and shifted, the vertebrae in his skeleton elongated and cracked with his growth along with his other bones. Fur started to sprout on random parts of his body quickly consuming most of his being. Elongated teeth and nails began to sharpen and harden while his eyes were absorbed into his sockets.

Ben slammed down his paw and created a mighty, hallow roar accompanied by a bright green flash finishing his transformation. In all his glory stood the bipedal hound, Wildmutt.

"Dam I didn't want Wildmutt I wont last very long in the heat even with the sun gone" he cursed his luck internally, but he did a greater sense of smell.

Though granted he didn't have any eyes he could still define shapes and details through a green vision because of his gill like sensory glands located on both sides of his neck.

The Panther had fixated itself after the failed lunge and stared in Ben's direction in confusion wondering where the young teen went. Giving up on its short search it set its eyes on the new foe, at first this was a hunt but now was a fight for territory.

The panther turned its head toward the jungle and gave a higher pitched roar than normal. Ben shifted his head side ways in confusion like a dog until the shifting of the underbrush caught his attention where another Panther appeared.

It was a little smaller and sleeker than the other panther but seemed to make up for it with speed as it quickly stood beside the other. It seemed to be female most likely the other's mate by the looks of it.

This wasn't looking good. Even though Ben was twice their size the panthers outnumbered him two to one. While he dealt with one the other could get a quick swipe in on him and be over just like that.

Ben needed to be careful. He took a defensive stance low to the ground while the panthers began to circle around him. He constantly needed to glance behind him because while one was in front the other was strategically in back staying out of his line of sight most of the time.

They continued to circle Ben waiting for the precise moment to strike. Ben took his attention off the male and that's when it had strike. The male bolted forward with a snarl and latched its self onto Bens neck close to the jugular. He had sensed it coming but didn't react fast enough.

Due to Wildmutt's thick hide it didn't bite in too deep but was enough to draw blood. Ben bellowed in pain and began trying to shake the male off. The female took its chance while he was distracted and jumped atop his back sinking its fangs into the back of his neck.

She tried breaking his neck but again his thick hide stopped her. Ben began to run in circles and bucking furiously trying to lose his assailants. He swiped at the male on his throat with his claws and succeeded detaching and injuring the panther.

The male flung off and slid in the sand with four long gashes in its left shoulder. "Karma's a bitch you over grown house cat."

The female sunk her claws into Ben's skin and began jerking her head still trying and failing to break his neck. Ben snorted and growled as he began to buck again.

Ben, having enough of being a rodeo bull, stood up on his hind legs and used his front paws to reach over his head and grabbed the female panther. He shifted on his feat to face to jungle and threw her off into the side of a tree.

Ben, standing on all fours again, turned toward the male. It was now standing and glairing daggers at Ben, its left front leg shaking due to the deep injury in its shoulder.

Ben wasn't any better his throat was bleeding same as the back of his neck though was much worse because he jerked the female off violently creating a bigger wound. In advance he began panting heavily like a dog from the tropical climate. These were all bad signs.

The panther ran toward Ben but it was very sloppy and slow. He delivered a back hand to the side of the males face which sent it flying into the sand onto its back.

The female jumped him while his back was turned again, but this time he was ready. He stood on his front paws and donkey kicked her in the chest planting her into the sand on the out skirts of the jungle.

His senses suddenly flared wildly so he spun around earning him a scratch against his right sensory gland and forehead. Because of Ben's sudden movement only one claw grazed his gland, but four gashes were planted on his head.

Ben roared in pain and fury striking the male away with swipe of his claws giving the panther another pair of scratches. It landed behind the female at the entrance into the under brush.

The male knew when it lost and when to retreat. It picked itself up and moved as fast as it could back into the jungle. Before the male left it turned and stared back at the female.

She was struggling to stand but had too little energy to move. She was a lost cause to the male the large beast would kill her before she could recover fast enough. The male panther turned and ran back into the forest leaving her for dead.

The Female took notice of this and started roaring at a high pitch trying to bring the male back. It sounded more like mewling than roars though.

Ben watched as the male ran knowing that he had won he felt different. Now that the fight was over with his victory he felt a primal urge deep inside building more and more. He couldn't hold it in any longer so he threw back his head and let out a booming roar in victory.

It was longer and louder than any of the others he did as Wildmutt before. When he was done the echo still reverberated through out the island till it slowly died down to a mere whisper in the distance.

Ben ranted through his thoughts "That's right! This is my territory! If you ever and I mean EVER come back here again into MY turf I'll rip you to shreds!"

He stood there panting hot and out of breath he even slobbered a little not being able to keep his mouth shut. It wasn't his fault that he didn't have sweat glands.

After Ben had calmed down he began thinking rationally again "whoa, I need to calm down. I don't know what came over me."

With most of the adrenaline gone from fighting he began to feel tired and light headed. At any moment it felt like he'd pass out.

He took a look at his surroundings and noticed that the sand was kicked up and uneven most likely from the scuffle. And the normally yellow sand was now a canvas where blood was splattered like paint.

That's when Ben noticed the female panther still laying on the ground injured…..and terrified.

(A/N: Sorry for not updating so soon been having some bad writer's block.

Now let's see should Ben let the female panther live or not…hmmmm.)