Cat's Out of the Bag

With the adrenaline coursing through him, everything around him came into crystalline focus, while his awareness of the pain amd the blood dripping from his muzzle faded. It was there, he was still aware of the burning pain, but in a distant way that didn't really matter as much as he faced off with the feline. There were subtle differences between this cat and the one who had attacked him as a youth. This one was taller, with a longer muzzle and looser lips, and a tufted tail. Not. Then, a cougar, and perhaps Artur was outmatched in this duel, but he snarled and held his ground anyway.

And then the tables turned on the cat, when a stranger dove for her tail, and another attacked when she turned on the first. Roaring in frustration the feline aimed a swat at the female wolf, and Artur didn't hesitate before he dove in to slam his shoulder into the slightly shorter cat's ribcage and knock her to the side before she could hope to land it. He got a glancing lash of claws across the front of his chest for his trouble as the cat flipped and twisted in that alinky way of cats back to her paws, but the wounds were relatively shallow as the cat was more concerned with getting her feet under her.

The odds were not in her favor, and she had clearly begun reconsidering the easy meal she had thought to find with a lone wolf.