Lions and Tigers and Bears, Oh My!

Lynvarr circled the lion, keen blue eyes searching for an opening. The lion kicked Shilah back into the brambles and Lyn dove for the lion's already injured tail, he bit down onto it and held tight. The lion struggled, still dealing with the horned man's attacks. The lion lurched forward, it's tail slipping from his grasp but that was fine. Lyn zeroed in on the cat's body language. It wanted to run, he could see it in the way the lion was moving so he dove forward, snapping at the cat's heels to encourage it to flee. As wounded as it was he really doubted it would try to circle back for another attack when it was in such terrible shape. He hoped Shilah was ok and that the others weren't having awful luck with injuries.