Wilderness

I am laying on my porch, tanning, reading a book with my brother. I've been there for a while as i really feel the waves of heat hitting my skin. Matthew, my brother, went inside to get something, and i fell right back into the story of the book. Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye I spotted something out of the ordinary moving to my right. It was something big. I could not recognize it at first because i saw it though the slits in the wooden porch fence yet my gaze and full concentration was given to the new foreign moving object. I heard it make a noise, it sounded like a low growl, yet also a purr. This scared me half to death and I quickly collected my wits and told myself to chill. For the moment I forgot Matthew had deserted me and I waved my hand without taking my eyes off the beast. It must have had an accomplice watching from another location because the second I moved my hand it changed course, realizing it's position was compromised. I heard my brother inside doing something in the kitchen, and I quickly with a loud voice commanded that he come out with multiple knives. For himself he brought the new footlong CutCo serrated knife, while for me he tossed into the air the big half cleaver half sword knife (my favourite). Without moving the rest of my body I caught the knife and mentally prepared for war. The beast was upon us. It was a large mountain lion, no mane, because, they don't have them... There was fear it it's eyes.