He had to give it to the chocolate man, he was fearless, and wasn’t afraid to get his hands dirty. As Sirius was reeling from his bitten tongue, blood both his and not dripping from his muzzle, the smaller wolf threw himself at the Cheetah, driving it to the ground with the force of his weight.
The warrior realised that he needed to take it out before it could buck him free again, and if either of them let go, he could see the Cheetah fleeing with all its strength, unless of course it chose death over leaving its pups. Sirius didn’t want to lose that coat, and he was mad at hell at the pain it had already caused him.
He leaped onto its neck, shoving it hard into the ground, before tearing it out with his elongated fangs. He tasted the rich warmth of its blood as he slowly pulled himself free from the corpse, and turned his eyes to the small forms of the puppies. Now, these would make gorgeous indevial little cuddle beds for a certain litter of puppies. Pushing out the eagerness in his voice - he didn’t know the nature of his combatant, he said. “They won’t survive without her” as through what he was doing was a mercy, before he carefully ended the lives of each and every one of them, making care not to ruin their small coats in the process. He stood there then, debating if he should wait for the man to leave, before he eagly took his spoils back him with him. “Your lucky I heard your howl, I’m Sirius by the way” he said, keeping his voice pleasant.
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