Gone to the Dogs

Around and around Kione spun.  Teaming up on predators was a lot more fun than being teamed up on by others.  Kione would get a fast bite in one dog but have to pull back before he could do damage to keep the other at bay.  Technically it felt like he'd probably win but it would take a while and possibly another bite or two if he wasn't careful.

Eska had finished off her dogs and came in to help.  The terrier breed was down and Kione was able to face the other attacker.  There was no sluggishness once it was one versus one.  Kione sunk his teeth into the mongrel's neck, stepping in and strong jaws crushing for the windpipe.  A surprising ending was the dog panicking and trying to pull away.  The flesh was sheared off as the unknown dog chose to make its own injury worse to flee.  Kione licked blood from his mouth watching it flee.  The dog wasn't a cat, it could live if it wanted to run.  Not that Kione was overly sure if the dog would survive with the wounds it had taken.

That done he glances at Eska, "Ello again Luv," a small chuckle, "you find a battle and feel free to call.  Nothing like a bit of fun to get the day moving."

"Kione"