The beating, beating paws

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Kotori’s eyes were wide with amazement at the size of the intruders.  The horned pup was growing to a good size but these things were not only larger than him but larger than even his father.  It felt like the air itself vibrated with all the charged energy about.  The boy could smell fear, anger, bloodlust, and the blood of both pack mates and enemies.  

Kotori’s hackles were up, ears flicking up and back as he imagined wanting to charge out and help, but also realizing they weren’t supposed to.  How close to the center did he actually need to stay?  If he went far enough forward he could pull himself into a fight.  Even as he considered that he noticed Goss was under attack!

Admittedly Goss and her companions seemed to be doing pretty good.  That wolf hadn’t known what he’d gotten himself into!  Well, no harm in helping his sister!  Kotori ran over but as he was about to help he looked up at the light reflecting off a larger enemy's eyes.  It had heard the yearling cry out and was attempting to break away from the fighting with the adults to help the yearling.  She looked pissed.

“Hey, Goss!” Kotori imagined he should assume one of the adults would stop the giant before he could get to them but Kotori surged forward anyway.  It was coming for them, and they were old enough to defend themselves.  Tonight they would prove themselves to dad and the entire pack.  As he leaped to try and bite for the neck he saw it was already recently injured.  There was a spot on its shoulders with little fur and Kotori could smell the freshly dried blood from a cut in there.  The injured monster slammed into Kotori that sent him stumbling back before he could sink his teeth in.

The boy backed up and found his own cat Splash beside him.  The two made a barricade between them and Gossamer.  He’d trust her to deal with the younger ones.  Where the heck was Fang now?  Stupid mongoose.

The injured beast tried to break directly between Kotori and Splash.  Kotori wasn’t budging and this time knew where to aim.  He charged forward then suddenly ducked his head to slam his horns into the injured shoulder even as Splash leaped up on the opposite shoulder, claws working to shred into it.  They weren’t going to let it get past and they would make it pay for being in the pack.

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