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Romulus was still lost in the fog of battle long after the jaguar had expired. He just kept staring down at its dead eyes, breathing hard, waiting to see if it would move again. His body was tensed, ready to lunge for the cat's throat if it so much as twitched. The big cat didn't move again, however; it was well and truly dead. Roman could feel his heartbeat in his head, a steady thrumming of blood in his ears. Killing wasn't new to him. He'd slain predators before, but this was the first time he'd ever felt... frightened. When he saw the jaguar leap at Lillith, his world had stopped spinning. That horrific moment flashed behind his eyes over and over again, his brain trying to wrap around the fact at how close he'd been to losing her. Too close... he thought to himself on repeat like a mantra. Too close...

Lillith's voice calling his name was what finally pulled him out of his daze. His head snapped up until silver eyes locked with laser focus on the smaller lady, looking her over with concern furrowing his brow. She was bleeding from her shoulders and was gasping for breath. Ignoring his own injuries, Roman climbed off of the jaguar's corpse and rushed over to her, not stopping until he was his paws around her to help her sit up while piercing steel eyes roamed over her cuts. "Stay still," he instructed her, his voice firm yet caring. "Breathe with me. Slow and even." Romulus took slow, steady breaths for Lil to focus on and mimic, looking to distract her brain so she might be able to get her body back under control, despite the fact that his own heart was still racing with the adrenaline.

While she did that, Romulus took a closer look at the cuts on her shoulders. They weren't slashes, more like where the cat's claws had pricked her, and were only dribbling little rivulets of blood. It looked worse on her pristine white fur than it actually was. He, on the other hand, looked a mess, not that he noticed or cared. Bringing his muzzle to each of her wounds, he carefully ran his tongue across them in turn to clean them, getting a better look at them. She'd need some bandages or lamb's ear to help them close up, but she'd be fine. Bringing his eyes back up to hers, he lifted a paw to gingerly stroke her cheek. "Are you okay? Did it get you anywhere else?" he asked once her breathing started to show signs of settling.

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