cats cradle

Tove continues to fight the two cougars while keeping an eye on the wounded male. His injuries are mounting and she needs to get him to the healers in the band. She growls and snaps at the felines working to try and keep them on the defensive. When her rump touches the wall, Tove plants both back paws against it and readies herself. She can see the stranger’s plan forming and, when he makes a break for the opening, the cougars attentions are caught by the sudden movement. The nebula woman takes that moment to launch herself off the wall. Lowering her head to slam into one cat while ducking under the attack of its friend. She runs down the hallway she had come from, mentally counting off her steps.

When she reaches six, Tove spins around to face the charging felines and runs straight for them. Claws come out as she nears the felines, deadly teeth ready to tear her apart. Paws leave the floor and she goes airborne, the felines are too slow to adjust and are unable to land a hit as she sails over them. Tail tucks as she lands, keeping clear of snapping jaws and reaching claws. She runs for the opening, lowing her shoulder once more as she barrels through and plows into the enemy before the male. The cat is knocked sideways sent sprawling into the snow. She barks out, “Follow me!” before taking off at a dead sprint in the direction of where the band beds down each night.

Tove hopes he can keep up, that the adrenaline in his system is compensating for his wounds and that she can get him to safety and a healer before he collapses. Eyes dart back and she adjusts her speed as needed to be closer to the stranger. She will not leave him and she doesn’t want him to lag too far behind.


WC: 319
Total WC: 1661/1500

"Tove Baade"