A normal mountain-lion would never have been able to dodge that net. This wasn't a normal lion. It was the unyielding presence behind him which made him so fast, but it was the sudden trap ahead that made the unreasoning panic snap. He twisted, ducked, used the way the rock sloped beneath him to dart under it and block the energy when it tried to reach for him. It crackled against his fur, making it stand on end; he snarled.

The lion leapt from rock to rock down the slope so fast one might have thought he could fly--or would fall. He did neither, making for a thick copse of trees and foliage which could well hide him if he got there.