Jellicle cats

There was a call, and Magnus was certain to answer it. It was the voice of the women he met the other day, just at the edge of the woods when he'd brought the raccoon back. Eager to further his knowledge of the other Armada wolves, Magnus was quick to respond and help the woman take down the cat she'd alerted the pack to. Magnus was ready. Armed with his bearskin draped across his back and his bracers on and loaded with his knife, he was prepared to take this cat down. His companions lurked in case help on their end was needed, but he assured them that they'd probably be fine without their help, but to stay close just in case. They could probably use some help in getting the carcass back, at least.

Magnus approached at a smooth trot, offering a simple nod to the woman. "I'm here to help." He smiled, hoping the woman would be just as ready as he to take down this cocky cat.