Picking Fights

The man thumped the cat in the head and it slashed at him in retaliation. It happened to catch him and she saw the blood well to the surface, but it didn't look deep and was far from life threatening, so she paid it no mind. He caught her command to distract it and was doing a decent job of it.

With the cat back upright once more and focusing on shaking the wolf off of its front paw, the big fae leaped forward once more. This time she dove onto the cats back, crushing its spine beneath her weight, but her real aim was to sink her teeth into its neck at the back of the lion's skull. Serrated teeth sank down to bone, her powerful jaws crushing the back of the skull ever so slightly. Again, the cat wailed in pain and tried to get the woman to release it, but when her jaws were locked around something, there was no shaking her off. From her position, the cat couldn't get its claws on her. She couldn't stay here forever, but she could stay here for a while. Blood ran unto her mouth and she poured every ounce of her strength into crushing the skull and spine of the would-be kill thief.