Scree that has stopped ticking is the slope to leave. Slate chips tick as they cool after sundown, a dry sound like pebbles dropped one at a time into a cup, and on the ledges above Kolodrev Pass in October the ticking stops across a patch eight feet wide. Something heavy is lying there, and it is breathing very quietly.
The displacer beast is six feet long and three high at the shoulder, blue-black, built like a panther stretched on a frame. Two thin tentacles rise from its shoulders, each ending in a spade-shaped pad rimmed with pale hooks. The right one is stubbed short from an old break. Its outline wavers like air over a stove, so the animal appears about three feet left of where it crouches. In autumn it works the goat strings at dusk and again before light, taking the last animal in line and leaving behind only chewed harness. A strip of fur on its left shoulder is singed copper, and a cracked strap of mule harness has snagged on the stubbed tentacle and stayed there all season.
Winter pushes it down to the clay troughs near Ostrenka. Snow shows the trouble: tracks run in pairs, one set pressed into the drift and one set only in the eye. Wiktor Hrabal, who keeps the lamp house there, swings his lantern three feet to the right of any shape he sees and says the old keepers aimed their arms the same way. Packers turn the troughs upside down at dusk, since a beast with nothing to drink moves on to another valley. Sacks of salted meat hung from poles anywhere on the pass are gone by morning.
The thaw makes it thin and sulky. It sits longer on the ledges, glaring at mules from under the overhang, and misses more often. Each morning after a kill it drinks at an upright trough and then washes the singed shoulder, tentacles folded flat, with the flat patience of a house cat on a sill. By midsummer it has gone up to the high slate and sleeps through the noon heat. Whether the second image is bent light or something the animal does on purpose has not been confirmed; pebbles thrown into the ghost strike bare rock every time. Under the lamp house window at Ostrenka, a sack of salted meat hangs all year untouched. Why does it leave that one alone?
- Classification
- Magical predator, feline
- Habitat
- Rocky passes and scree slopes
- Danger
- High
- Size
- 6 ft long, 3 ft at the shoulder
- Activity
- Crepuscular
- Realm
- High mountain passes
- Binomial
- Felis dislocata
- Diet
- Goats, pack animals, salted meat
- Temperament
- Wary, sulky, ambush-minded










