A Lion.

There was another wolf in the area who enjoyed a good fight. The adrenaline rush it brought, the chance to let out that buried anger inside him. The sheer joy of smelling and seeing the blood of someone else, the feeling of their blood on his coat.

Kichi spotted Merrick and the kitty and ran it to join him. He wasn’t as fluffy as either one of them but that was fine. Coming from the lion’s rear he lept up, front legs on the lion's back, head tilted sideways as he bite into the lion's back, opening up flesh around the upper part above the curve around the hip area.. The kitty spun and Kichi’s feet hit the ground, for a moment it looked as if he thought about fighting the lion face to face but with a moment of anger, he leaped back to avoid the lion’s muzzle with only that second to spare. It roared and showed off its fangs, Kichi snarled in return to say what he thought of the lion’s attempt at scaring him off.

"Kichi"