Lions and Tigers and Bears, Oh My!

fight post 1/

Like any other predator Hattori knew a feel meal when he smelled one. Scavenging wasn't exactly an honourable way of filling his stomach and was a considerable waste of his skills, but he supposed that it was better that he took advantage of this situation than anyone else. He needed all the strength he could muster for the road ahead, now simply wasn't the time to be picky and pedantic. Besides, it wasn't as if it was a free meal since some degree effort was involved. His nose twitched as he followed the scent trail lingering in the breeze and he picked up the pace, pushing himself to be swift on his paws so he could claim the kill for himself.

Except it seemed as though he was too late. The wolves were fine, he supposed, but the same couldn't be said for that lion charging onto the scene as though it's tail was on fire. It was a male, with a dark, thick mane
and more than willing to unsheathe his claws in order to claim the buffalo for himself and perhaps even his pride.  It really wasn't Hattori's problem and there was no need to get involved but he just wasn't the sort to turn down a fight. Especially not if in defending the kill he'd earn his own portion, which seemed fair enough, right? A snarl tore from his throat as he stormed forward out of the brush, in part to announce himself and his intentions, since the last thing he wanted was the wolves to get disoriented and mistake him for another foe to battle. Talons and double sets of horns at the ready he swung around as to cut off the cat from getting any closer to the buffalo and reared up on his hind legs to claw the lion's face with two pawfulls of talons. Blood splattered to the ground and the choking scent settled in the back of his throat as the lion roared in pain, blindly swiping at him as blood got in his eyes.