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Another yowl split the air, interrupting Valkyrie’s words. It was a good thing she was firmly between the band leader and the other woman, for Dutch would have been picked off if she remained at the back of the group. A cougar… it went for Valkyrie immediately and she sprang back. The dwarf growled, the fur along her back bristling in anger and controlled phobia. She wasn’t scared of a stupid cat. Even if it was much, much bigger than her. She’d fought and sparred with large wolves. This was nothing. This was… another?! A second cougar sprang from the grass, causing Dutch to back away as the two Vikings made to battle.
Valkyrie was coy, asking what they’d get from the market from the cub. Dutch had her reservations about trying to trap a cougar cub with no supplies to do so. Eisleif was eager as well, causing the dwarf’s mind to run with potential difficulty. It’d be harder than they thought it would to get the cougar mum and cub away from each other. But before she could voice her opinion, Eisleif was charging at the cub. Valkyrie was more than a match for the cougar mother, and Eisleif was large enough to tackle the cub. That left the dwarf with nothing to do but help either woman. With a deciding snarl, she rushed to help Valkyrie with the mother.
Keep the older cougar distracted and keep the focus on them… she could do this. “go left, Valk!” she cried as she went right. Circling around the cat’s back, she chomped down on the feline’s right hind leg. Another yowl let loose as the cat turned toward Dutch, swiping. She backtracked just in time, right out of the cat’s claws.
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