come a little closer

Basilisk had never considered the Redwood trees as a good place for an ambush. The towering monstrosities would have been impossible for him to climb. With all his bulk to weigh him down, a vertical climb was impossible. Therefore, he had taken no mind to the potential danger around him. But for a mountain lion? A creature truly built for scaling a tree, this was their hunting ground. It was possible that Bas and Wren had even stolen its kill. No wonder it had ambushed them. This was a lesson he wouldn’t soon forget. He just hoped poor Wren didn’t suffer for his folly.

The woodland wolf had invited him into her hunt without a second thought. She hadn’t blinked at his age and had trusted him to watch her back. That meant something to the loyal wolf, who wouldn’t and couldn’t walk away while she was in danger.

He held the thrashing cougar tight in a grip as strong as any bear. He felt the impact of her kick in its stomach, and it yowled and fought him. He held on with a grim determination, and then at last Wren was free. He couldn’t do much but hold it down, so he trusted that Wren would take the offered chance to take it down. He watched as she rendered into it, tearing it to pieces. When he released his grip, it fell in a bloody heap to the ground. ‘Well. Won't be using that hide any time soon” He said lightly, before leaning towards her, taking a look at her back legs where the cougar had held on. “Do you want to come back to my pack and get those looked at?” he suggested.



WC: 289
Total: 1426

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