You Gotta Be Kitten Me [Caelia]

They worked well as a team—barring the scramble of inexperience and adrenaline. When the lion whipped back to meet his bite on its tail, Caelia dove right in and landed a hold on the lion’s flank.

He saw it whip back toward Caelia and saw his chance. It was stupid, risky. But the lion was not backing down or showing any sign of leaving. As it wheeled back to face the smaller wolf, Cai lunged alongside and dove in for a risky, risky blow.

He could only hope Caelia would back him as he landed the bite in the soft spot behind the lion’s jaw. The first bite he only got mane, but he readjusted quickly, helped as the big cat jolted to face him and shoved its neck into his mouth. But he took it.

Biting down, he felt the fleck sinking down on his teeth, to the hilts, and the flood of blood just about choked him out with the thick mane-fur stuffing his mouth. The lion reared, slinging him, but he held on grimly, wrenching and shaking his whole body to render as much damage as his canine teeth could deal before he was flung free. The damage was done, and he realized dazedly that his right cheek stung, just below the ear. Had the lion gotten him there?

He scrambled to his paws again and lunged as the lion staggered. He wasn’t sure if he’d managed to kill it, but it seemed less aggressive and far woozier. Crimson painted its mane, dribbling quickly from the tips of the shaggy hair. Even as he watched it sagged, haunches dropping to the ground.

He looked for his sister as the lion flopped, eyes wide and dilated as he gasped for a breath, adrenalin still thrumming through him. What the heck did you do at this point? Make sure it was dead?

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