Duty.

"Speech"

Malachai had taken to wandering around the packlands with his claw covers on, they made him feel important and so it wasn't uncommon to see the boy strutting around with the weapons strapped on, which looked more like a gangly mishapen youth flopping around than the noble warrior he imagined, that was in part because he hadn't quite learned how to walk in the covers without having to over compensate by lifting his paws higher than necissary and that he was growing quickly, already taller than all his siblings and quickly approaching his mother in height, though he was still just a little under half her height. He was clearly going to be massive as an adult and was moving into the gangly stage of his development.

So it was that he was making his self-imposed rounds when the fight broke out. He was still young, but he was also determined to prove himself and keep training so when he spotted the frankly massive cat he didn't stop to consider that he was probably more than out matched. The boy skirted around the big cat, noticing one of his unknown number of cousins was currently keeping the lion's attention. Seeing an open the boy dashed forward, sinking small fangs into the back of one of the big cats hindlegs, right around it's flexor tendons. The creature roared in pain, temporarily forgetting the larger threat as it twisted it's head around to see the young wolf clamped onto it's leg. An angry paw flashing out to try and knock him off.