wheels of fate

She wasn’t sure who would answer the call. It could have been someone entirely new to her for all she did know. But when she spotted the ebony pelt of the man Fracture, she had a split second to think how ironic it was. They had wanted to spar between them, yet here they were, fighting a cougar instead. Not each other. Fate was amusing sometimes. Though this thought was gone in a flash as the feline was yanked away from her, twisting to battle the man instead of the ivory beast. Heloise took the time to catch her breath and recover from the bout. She had earned a few scratches, but none penetrated deep enough for there to be heavy blood loss. It seemed she was getting better at fighting after all.

Watching as the ebony man dealt with the cougar, Heloise would wait for an opening herself. She paced around to the back of the feline as it landed blows to Fracture’s head. She could smell blood coming off him. That was the moment to strike. Letting out a vicious growl to get the cougar’s attention, she’d jump and land squarely on its back. Digging in with all four claws, she’d cling as the beast howled in pain, flailing. The woman bent her head, trying to grasp the back of the cougar’s neck and hold. Trying to control its movements. She succeeded with her goal, teeth penetrating and blood beginning to well up. Her eyes found Fracture’s, and she silently gave him an option. He could land a few blows now.

But that was up to him whether he wanted to or not. She could feel the cougar’s resistance waning, it getting weaker as her hold. Perhaps it thought there was no sense in fighting these two wolves now. Perhaps it just wants to flee. Heloise would leave it up to Fracture what to do. She could jump off and let it go, but it also needed to be taught that sniffing around their border was a bad idea. Or, she supposed, they could kill it.