I am going to get you

Skælingr knew his wife would take care of breakfast and as he saw the other woman go for a killing bite to the cat he rushed in to help. Bounding through the grass he latched onto the cougar's thigh, fangs digging in deep, questing for the femoral artery. When he shredded it the blood loss was swift. That combined with the other woman's jaws over its throat brought the cougar to a swift end. He pulled back, blood staining his face. He licked the blood off and turned to the kill, noticing that his wife wasn't there. Well, seemed she opted to cut and run.

He looked to the stranger and gave a respectful nod before turning and chasing after his wife. He didn't think the other woman would prevent them from eating but his wife really was a cautious sort of woman.

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