crazy northern animals

Iroh eventually caught up to Pyrrhic after much of the same ordeal. The tiny cats were an anomaly that even Sarabi had her issues with deciding what was wrong with them. She too warned about rabies as the dangers it posed to one who had been bitten and however hard the boy tried he was still bitten and scratched. At the beginning of the onslaught Iroh found himself having fun, he’d bat at a cat playfully and it would come back much more fierce than the first time. Eventually he had about four cats on his back and their claws dug deep into his flesh for how tiny they were. Iroh shook himself violently as Sarabi evaded them from the trees above.

His efforts removed them from him, but also left him with a hundred tiny cuts in his flesh as they clung to him and were flung away. Run, Iroh. Sarabi commanded as she led the way in the canopy above. Iroh didn’t hesitate to follow her advice and raced away while kicking out at any followers behind him. He felt himself make a couple connections as he lunged away. The she mandrill led him a little ways away from his own problems and to join with Pyrrhic’s own. Iroh’s blue and lavender gaze widened as he watched his cousin kick away one of the horrid beasts.

Iroh fell in line easily with the older boy. He didn’t lower his defenses as he raced through the trees. Hackles raised and tail waving behind him as he got the hell out of dodge. ”Pyrrhic, what’s up with these things?” He asked through hard breaths as he forced his stride to its maximum. Still he’d feel the attack as one launched itself at his face and body. He could avoid the heavy vegetation but it was hard with the barrage. He saw one charge out of the bushes and he aimed himself directly at it. Barreling over its tiny form wasn’t hard, but he was sure the things wouldn't be bothering anyone anymore.

The young Abraxas continued forward, eyes sharp for any advantage he might be able to take. Now that there were two of them here he wondered if they might be forced to stand their ground if the numbers swelled. If they all attacked at the same time instead of by ones and twos. Worriedly he chanced a glance at Pyrrhic’s huge frame.

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