So it would seem that there was no further discussion on the topic between Mystic, her father, and her brother. A bit of a shame, but Féli would leave the matter at that. He was grateful to know that it was at least still being thought upon and that Mystic would allow him to know if anything happened to change. Yet their peace it seemed would not last. A chuckle would catch the brute’s attention, head shifting towards the bushes nearby. Bi-colored orbs would narrow, his ears tilting back as he let out a low growl.
A mountain lion would emerge. A great scarred beast... It looked like he’d been through hell and back. What disturbed the man most, however, was how he spoke to Mystic. His... Niece? As the conversation went on, brief as it was, Félicien would learn that it was this mountain lion, this cruel man, that had harmed the poor femme. In a matter of seconds everything began to quickly spiral out of control.
Félicien would move immediately. Mystic was already on the ground with the man’s teeth at her throat. His heart would leap to his own as he lunged for the man, attempting to grab his scruff with his fangs and haul him off his friend.
