Be Prepared [Cairo]

It was teamwork like this that made him love Valhalla so much. When he drew the lion’s attention, Domari tagged it on the back end, and as the lion twisted around to swing a right hook at the other wolf, Cairo took his turn and leapt forward to sink his teeth into the cat’s lower neck, mouth stuffed full of rank black mane.

He remembered, belatedly, his clawed bracers and raised both forelegs to rake his front paws down over the cat’s chest, toes flexed to deal as much damage with the bear claws as he could, feeling the leather loops under his toes strain under the abuse.

He thrashed his head as he leapt free, sending the lion staggering onto its injured back leg with a primal groan before it swiped for the armored young male who leapt out of reach. Cairo was doing his best to think clearly, and he knew that Aurielle would dispatch this cat, with how close it was to Valhalla and Lirim.

What wasn’t to stop the cat from running into either pack?

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think