Picking Fights

Ulric gave the scarred woman an approving glance when she landed another blow on the feline’s hind leg, this time doing enough damage that the large cat screamed in pain and fell to the ground. His silvery gaze went to the gray female again, his ears flicking forward to catch her rough voice. Distract it was an easy enough task and he gave her a quick nod to show that he understood. He looked back down at the lion in front of him now that it was in this defensive position, all of it’s sharp weapons facing outward and ready to slash the closest thing it could reach.

He did his best to stay just out of reach while still staying close enough to seem like a threat. He kept his hackles raised and a vicious snarl on his lips while a deep growl rumbled in his large chest. Ducking down low, he swiped one paw toward its head, his paw pads connecting hard with the side of the lion’s head right against its ear - sure to cause some disorienting ringing at the very least. It wasn’t enough to cause any kind of real damage, but that wasn’t his goal. His goal was distraction. The lion reached toward him, one dangerously sharp claw connecting with his cheek as he darted out of the way again. It caused a fairly deep scratch and pulled some blood to the surface of his skin, but nothing he was really worried about. Thinking quickly, he lunged forward and caught the lion’s leg between his teeth before it could pull back again, giving a solid bite around it’s ankle before ducking back out of the way again. He didn’t look up to see what the other wolf was doing, just focusing on the lion instead to make sure he was watching for any of its flailing or swings.