Alaric was back north after his trip west, then south. It took him quite some time to travel back north but it where he felt most at home in the wintery lands. Now with fall upon the continent, he knew that predators would be out trying to stick up on food for winter. Especially bears, who needed all the calories they could get for winter. Alaric's senses were keen and alert already as he moved through the dense redwood forest. It wasn't long until a scent entered his wet nostrils did he realize he had company. Large, threatening, company. This was no bear. No, it was a mountain lion. Alaric's hackles rose to the sky in defense as his orange gaze spotted the cat. It bared it's teeth and gave a mighty hiss. It looked like trouble and Alaric was not one to back down. "Let's dance then." Alaric grumbled outloud, narrowing his gaze. He wouldn't be so easily threatened. The white wolf launched himself at the cougar, his black maws splayed open as he sought it's lower back, near the base of the tail.

He had gone out for what was only supposed to be a trip for some ingredients to make dinner tonight when the sound of a scuffle could be heard. He raised his head, pausing from the digging he was doing as he listened. It sounded like the growls of another wolf and the familiar snarls of a mountain lion. He supposed it wasn't odd at all that one would be encountered this time of year, after all, Winter was approaching and everyone was trying to get their fill before prey became scarce. He had half a mind to ignore it and continue on his way, but a what if gave him thought. If a cougar was this close to Armada lands...who was to say it wouldn't cross the border in search of the packs food to steal? It would be dumb to try with so many wolves, but he knew desperate times called for desperate measures. It was his duty to make sure the beast didn't even try it. Abandoning his task, Grimoire lumbered his way to the commotion, arriving to find a rogue facing off with the feline. Without hesitation, Grimoire charged, claws tearing at the earth as his head lowered, horns aiming to stab the beasts shoulder while the rogue had him by the back end. The cougar, occupied with its first attacker, didn't quite see Grimoire in time before his horn pierced its shoulder, causing it to yowl in pain as it twisted to swipe at him, catching Grimoire's shoulder in a swipe of claws as he sped past. "Grimoire

Alaric's attack was successful as his fangs hit the tough backside of the mountain lion. He applied forceful pressure and shook his head until the skin broke and gave way to a gnarly gnash on the backside. His ears perked as he heard upcoming footsteps and a sudden force was driven into the mountain lion. He let his grip go and turned his head quickly to see a stranger who had decided to help him. Alaric wouldn't complain, he simply nodded in their direction before peeling his bloodied lips back into a sickening snarl. He moved stealthily behind the mountain lion until he reached a spot closer to its neck. He threw himself at the mountain lion again, who now was distracted by the stranger. His black maws splayed open and sought the scruff of its neck.