scavengers

He skittered out of reach, feeling his shoulder ache where four shallow but long gashes were already starting to stain his snowy fur pink. The younger Fatalis lashed out, clearly less sure of herself than the two adults, as evidenced by Asla's willingness to throw herself back on the cat's back. Mojito surged forward then, harrying the cat with small nips and headbutts, unlike the two women his claws were dull and unsuited for battle against the bulkier animal. So he was mostly left with close-range options, fangs, and sharp horns. Asla pulled back and Mojito also pulled away, watching her carefully. Already working through her possible plans he wasn't totally surprised when she turned tail and ran, taking the cat with her. Mojito pivoted, glancing at Ophelia and giving her the plan as he started after the fleeing pair. "Give chase, when it gets to close to Asla nip it, not enough to draw attention but to keep it off your sister's tail!"

And with that Mojito would give chase, following his own instructions, giving quick ineffective nips at the cat's tail or hindlegs, whatever was in range, enough to keep its attention from honing in on the woman leading it away but not wanting to make the cat round on him, if they could just get it out past the border, they just had to hold on until then, blood pounded in his ears, his shoulder aching and threatening to hold him back from being able to keep up for too much longer.

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