I won’t be calling you dad

Akito was expecting the approach of the large Vidarr as the fossa came lunging for his shoulder. Unlike most pups, he was acutely aware of his surroundings. Though he was in the middle of fending off this vicious creature, his ears kept tabs. Flicking this way and that, he listened to those giant paws eat the ground up until teeth had latched on to a heel.

His parry had been a slight step backward. Body still positioned around his center, shoulders hunched and chest lowered as his own toes flexed into the dirt. While he would typically be displeased that someone was assisting him in taking down such a nefarious opponent, he would happily show his maybe-father how good he was already at fighting.

Letting out as deep of a growl as he could muster, he wasted no time. As the fossa squealed and snarled, thrashing back and forth as it attempted to grasp onto Vidarr’s leg for freedom, Akito lunged. His head darted out toward the fossa’s neck. Snap, his teeth latch on to a cheek. Pull away, skin coming with, blood washing over his teeth. Spitting out the remnants of hair, he inhales deeply and goes back. More precision this time, he skirts around and decides to go for the fossa’s armpit. Digging in, he holds on until the fossa decides to slow and give up.