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“It isna flouncing," he said. "It's pacing."
"If you say so, Captain MacFlouncy."
"Or prowling."
"Prowling." She arched one eyebrow. "Like a kitten?"
He gave an exasperated sigh. "Call me a kitten once more, and I'll..."
"You'll what?"
"I'll pounce on you and lick you like a dish of cream."
Maddie smiled to herself. That didn't sound like such a terrible punishment.”
― Tessa Dare, When a Scot Ties the Knot

“I move around hungry, sniffing the moonlight, drifting around the hills, hunting for you, your hot passionate kisses, like a cougar prowling in the Himalayas.”
― Avijeet Das

“Suddenly she was aware of an icy tingling on her neck, and every hair on her body stood erect. She turned around slowly.
Derek was standing behind her, looking far from deserving of anyone's sympathy. He stared at her like a jaded sultan surveying his latest female acquisition. His dark handsomeness was matched only by his extraordinary self-possession. "Where is your fiancé?" he asked in a distinctly unfriendly tone.
Sara was unnerved by his threatening stillness. "I don't have a... That is, h-he... We're not going to marry."
"He didn't propose?"
"No... well, yes, but..." Sara stepped back instinctively. Derek moved to close the distance between them. As they talked, she continued to edge away, and he followed like a stalking cat. "Mr. Kingswood proposed a few nights after my return," Sara said breathlessly. "I accepted. I was very happy at first... well, not precisely happy, but-"
"What happened?"
"There were problems. He said I had changed. I suppose he was right, although-"
"He broke the engagement?"
"I... I think a case could be made that we broke it together..." As he advanced on her, she found herself backing into a nearby room, almost stumbling over a delicate gilded chair. "Mr. Craven, I wish you would stop prowling after me this way!”
― Lisa Kleypas, Dreaming of You

“From then on, the pavement of Plassans burned his feet. He was seen prowling on the promenades like a soul in pain. Then he decided suddenly, he left for Paris.”
― Émile Zola, La Fortune des Rougon

“I move around hungry, sniffing the moonlight, drifting around the hills, hunting for you, your passionate kisses, like a cougar prowling in the streets at Midnight.”
― Avijeet Das