Félicien had never felt so frustrated before. Even fighting the wolves of Yfir had not been this difficult. That too, he reminded himself, had been an overall loss. Even if he had won his battles they still managed to invade their territory and take what they didn’t deserve. The feeling left him bitter. He swore, he swore he would not let this happen again. Félicien would let out a yelp of pain as Ashamoro’s fangs pierced his back. He would stumble, gritting his teeth as he glared up at the mountain lion -- his newest enemy.
The male’s words were cruel, but Félicien knew he was just egging him on. The brute knew he couldn’t help Mystic until this threat was dealt with. He would move before Mystic again, refusing to let the mountain lion at her. Claws would rake his side instead, long lacerations left in their wake. Félicien would brace himself, trying to be a steadfast barrier before this beast. “I won’t let you kill her...” Féli would snarl. Not unless you kill me first! He would lunge for the mountain lion again, aiming to bite down deep into his front leg where Mystic had already injured him. If he could just run this damn thing off...
