Tail whip, struggle

Bronze wasn't the type to stop and feel grateful for much, but right now he felt completely indebted to this snow leopard and the fact that she was diverting even a fraction of this bear's attention away from him. Maybe cats weren't so bad, but he wasn't going to double down on that thought. As the bear lunged at her she dove beneath it and Bronze spun in a wide arc around them both, trying to stay out of the way while nipping at it where he could. Everything happened so quickly though and a moment later it was scrambling away from them both, clearly outnumbered and outstrengthed between the two of them. Either way, he was glad for it, knowing if it kept going that he might've been able to hold his own but he'd end up worse for wear and likely looking at a decently long recovery period.

Bronze straightened himself out, shaking off the soreness that had rapidly accumulated in his limbs, finally letting his breathing slow. Only then did his injuries make themselves apparent; he could feel blood pooling from his cheek where the bear had slashed him across the face. They were surface injuries at worst, but still stung. "Ah, yeah, I'm fine. And - I have no pack, so no thank you," he admitted carefully. Did she? Did cats live in packs, like wolves did? He didn't think so but he wouldn't presume."And you? Are you alright?"