where's your pride?

Álarr snarled in pain as the lion's claws dug into the side of the neck. He shook his head violently and between the two flailing animals he finally pulled his horns from the lion's fore arm and was able to back up to reassess the situation. The cat had stumbled back, holding up the injured leg, her face marred by the boy's claws. It was then he saw Ulmaria hanging onto the cat's tail. Shit. The lioness noticed just as soon as he had and she spun around to swipe at the girl. Álarr leapt forward, fangs digging into the side of the cat's neck as he forcefully pulled her attention back to himself. It would take much longer. If he could distract her long enough for Ulmaria to get out of the way they could likely drive the lion off. It was injured and outnumbered.