Where the Brave Will Live Forever

The sudden weight, and the shock of pain as claws raked across her shoulder, knocked the breath out of her in a squeal and she was slammed forcefully to the ground. Momentarily senseless, she would have been helpless to struggle against the cougar's planned bite to the base of her skull, a bite that would have ended any hope of fighting him off before she'd even been able to begin to react.

Quite luckily for Alfrun, an impact lifted the cougar's weight from her back and sent him rolling, though she was dragged over in a single roll of her own as the cat's claws pulled her slender form along for a moment. She was left to lay bleeding and sprawled while the two combatants rolled away in a scuffle of leaves. But, runt of her litter or no she was still a Finnvi. She was still a godi, with her faith in the gods and the god-blood that sang in her veins, and though her body was far too frail to excel at it she had still learned the ways of battle as her siblings had. She would not leave her mother to face this threat alone and blind, for who else could have come to her rescue?

Pulling herself painfully back onto her paws she turned to the churning, yowling mess of limbs that was the entangled forms of Katja and the cougar. Weaving, her vision red and wavering with pain, she could not see a way to drag the cat off the viking warrior. The pair was simply too closely tangled in battle. But... the lashing, flailing golden tail of the cougar slammed against her delicate forelegs, and Alfrun instinctively dropped to sink her teeth in halfway between tip and base. The cougar screeched at the unexpected pain and tried to turn to swat at her, but Katja was still there and he could not. Alfrun grimly clamped her jaws and set herself to hold on no matter what, her slight weight dragged to and fro by the much greater momentum of the cougar's movements.