I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E

Marshal came screeching through the sky, his piercing cry a warning that sent the Warlord sprinting. Dropping everything he was holding in a forgotten clatter where his feet had once been. Tearing through the grass, he arrived as the pair were stepping back from the Lion. he overheard the last piece of advice offered to the pup, and then he was at the thrashing, dying lion.

He grabbed the lion's head in his mighty jaws, ignoring its thrashing entirely as he crushed its skull beneath his oversized fangs, feeling the crack of bone in his maw as he released the limp cat, and it fell bodily to the floor in front of him. Panting from the adrenaline and his mad dash, he turned to Kione and Basilisk. The blood of the lion turning his saliva pink in his panting maw. He looked first to Basilisk, who cringed away from the Warlord, and then to Kione. “You.” he said looking wearily at the spotted dog. “Saved him?”

"Sirius Fatalis"