Félicien would snarl, doing his best to keep his grip on the mountain lion as Ashamoro would do his best to shake him off.. The mountain lion was a fierce creature, giving no quarter as he fought the two wolves. Féli could smell blood as he hung on, trying to desperately keep the mountain lion from attacking Mystic further. If only Mystic had decided not to get involved further! Féli would tear at the scruff of the mountain lion, desperate to keep his attacks away from the femme.
But Mystic would attack head on. Ashamoro was able to land attacks on her. Félicien would be shaken from the beast, hitting the ground hard. Mystic had been thrown, hitting a tree hard. Félicien would quickly move to put himself between Mystic and the beast, his bi-colored eyes shining with fierce determination and hate. Fangs were bared as claws dug into the earth. The brute was more than ready, and, with open jaws he would lunge for beast’s face. He wasn’t going to let an innocent life be taken!