The beating, beating paws

Aslatiel · 04-07-2021, 09:51 AM

In time, Aslatiel caught her breath. She quickly explained to the rest of the group that there were larger than life wolves out beyond the line of darkness. She had counted four wolves, but there were other things with them. She'd spied at least one large cat with teeth like her father. They seemed to be working in tandem. That didn't bode well for the wolves of the Armada. Granted, they had Natha, but the little lynx was nothing in comparison to the sabertoothed cat that she'd seen milling about in the darkness. What did the creatures want from them? Was hunting really that bad outside of pack lands that they were forced to try and hunt them instead?

Ears perked as the new girl ran out with fire covered branches, her quick legs keeping her out of danger, but giving the Armada a leg up on the game. Asla was impressed with her ingenuity and would be sure to give her praise for it later.

Sirius began to speak once all of the children were in the center by the obelisk. Zee would ensure that the pups were kept close and safe. It would be good to not have to worry about them. If they stayed back with their mother, they would be safe. The rest of them didn't have time or attention to worry about saving them.

Her father gave instructions, telling them to take one or two wolves with them... Did he see how low their numbers currently were? Where were their wolves? Naiche chose Mojito to fight beside him and Asla was nervous about the pairing. Mo was a healer, but he was slowly learning to fight. Naiche would be okay, she hoped. Together, they would be small and quick. Hopefully it would make them difficult targets to pin down. There was little time to worry about it. The beasts were getting closer.

Purple eyes scanned the edge of the darkness. The eye shine from the intruders was evident. Four giant wolves and one sabertoothed cat. They could do this. Aslatiel, Naiche, Mojito, Natha and Sirius. If they couldn't kill them, they could at least run them off. In the back of her mind, Aslatiel was furious that more wolves hadn't answered the call. This was their home as well and all able bodies should be defending it. The striped fae filed it away for now. She would deal with the issue later. For now, there were much more important things at hand and they all had teeth.

Though the order had been given to attack with others, there just weren't enough bodies for it. If she and Natha teamed up to attack together, there would be two attackers left unhindered. That couldn't happen. The lynx would have to attack on her own just as Asla and Sirius would. Once their quarry was slaughtered or sent running, they could team up and dispatch the rest. It was the only way. With a deep breath, she ran.

By now, the massive wolves had moved into the light. One big brute had lifted a paw only to slam it down onto the fire covered branch. Though he staunched the flames, they all knew where he was. He was her target and she ran for him, ears tucked against her skull. Claws dug into the earth as she prepared to leap.

From the side, a blur of motion caught Aslatiel's attention. The cat. It slammed into her side and she knew that she would be bruised when this was all over. For now, adrenaline took hold. The young woman rolled through the snow but fought to stop by digging her claws into the ice encrusted snow. The sabertooth was on her in an instant, crushing Asla beneath it. She grunted and rolled, but the cat moved with her, staying on top. Now they were belly to belly. Breathing heavily, she tried to work her hind paws beneath her and place them against the cats stomach. Meanwhile, her claws gripped into the feline's neck and shoulders and she fought to hold it close so that it couldn't bite or scratch her. It was exceptionally difficult.

Grappling together, the pair growled. She could feel claws biting into her flesh, but it wasn't unbearable. All the while, she continued to work her hind paws beneath the cat. In time, she had them placed flat against its stomach just behind the rib cage. Releasing the top half of the cat, Asla planted her front paws against its chest. With both sets of paws, she pushed and she pushed hard. The feline went flying backwards, but not before getting a good strike in. As it flew backwards, one flailing paw struck Aslatiel's face. Claws sliced through her flesh and an involuntary scream welled up within her.

There was no time for pain, she reminded herself. There was no time for pain! Blood dripped into her eye... gods... what if she lost her eye? Ugh, she couldn't think about that now! Digging her claws into the ground, she rushed her new target. It seemed as though the sabertooth was the dire wolfs companion. The big brute stood back and watched with amusement, completely sure that his cat would take Asla down. Not today, motherfucker... Not today.

Jaws open wide, Aslatiel leaped onto the cat. Her kitten claws dug into its flesh. The feline opened its jaws to bite and an idea struck. She shoved her body against the saber teeth. Yes, the lower jaw would probably catch her, but it wouldn't be able to bite through all of her. Teeth and claws found the beasts sensitive underparts and she shredded it. Asla bit into its chest, throat, face... anything that she could grab. In her mad grapple to inflict pain and hopefully death, the young wolf hit something vital. Suddenly, the cat was scrambling to get away from her. It pushed and she pulled, but the wash of blood that was slowly coating her body made her let go. If it didn't die from its wounds, it would at least be unable to continue this fight.

The cat stumbled back out into the darkness and Aslatiel stood, head low, catching her breath. The giant dire seemed angry at first that its companion had been injured, but eventually it chuckled, dark lips peeling back from its long teeth. "New pet," it growled low before stepping forward. Excuse? New pet? Was he talking about her? The look that they pale grey and brown beast gave her was answer enough. It was.. covetous. He wanted her as a replacement for the cat that she'd just mangled. "I think not," she snarled in return, lips peeling back from blood covered teeth.

No doubt it looked humorous, seeing the pair squaring off against one another. She was small in comparison to her father and her father was small in comparison to these wolves. For this, she would have to use all of her training. All of her wit. All of her skill. All of the burning tenacity within her. He seemed to notice her resolve and a growl rose up from within him. He rushed her and it was on.

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The beating, beating paws

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