what brings us together

Odysseus had come to the festival because, well, why not? He could use a little down time. Sure, chasing bugs and fish for the hell of it wasn’t his thing, but many of his pack mates were here and he could soak up some their mirth by proximity.

Currently he was wandering the island by himself. There wasn’t much going on at the moment and his pack mates were going about their business so there wasn’t much for him to do besides look around the island. He had no interest in the festivities themselves.

A boy’s loud and reedy voice gave him pause. He listened, his expression keen, and then decided to investigate.

The scene he walked up on caused his heart to leap into his throat. Out of instinct he threw himself towards the cat before the boy had even made his way halfway across the clearing. He saw a disaster unfolding before his eyes and he couldn’t in good conscience allow himself to be a simple spectator.

With a snarl he slammed into the mountain lion’s hip as it raised its paw to strike the boy. His bulk was enough to roll the cat over and to cause its swipe at the pup to go wild and miss its target.