As the jaguar walks through the overgrown city, he catches the scent of something... familiar. Stopping in his tracks, he draws back his upper lip and draws the air across his tongue to better taste the scent. For a long moment he stands, stock still, nostrils flaring, teeth bared, catching the wind. Several passing humans stop to warily watch him, changing directions to avoid the huge agitated beast-man.
Eventually, with the scent firmly in his tongue and memory, he starts to look around, scanning the area for the source of the scent, looking for the other cat amongst the humans in this strange city. Still not moving from the spot, he looks and listens as carefully as he can for anything that sounds out of place in this human place.
Circusite, Ref(!?) and general lunatic.