How to burn one night

His description of her brother was to a T, because Haydee excitedly barked out that it was him. That made Charlie feel happy, happy that he could at least offer her hope in finding her sibling. But their conversation was cut short, rudely interrupted as the scent of another predator filled the air. Charlie’s gaze snaps in the direction they had come as a cat steps into view. A lion, scarred and with a thick, messy mane had stalked into the cave. The Fatalis yearling narrows his blue eyes. While he could get past it, there is no way he would leave the other yearling there to die. He widens his stance, lips peeling back as he puts on a threatening display to the other male beast.

“It would be my pleasure. Let’s get this thing removed!” The cat roars, and Charlie responds with a snarl. He will give Haydee time to get ready. He comes at the lion at a right angle. The opening of the cave is only so wide and he wants to give Hay room on the left to get at it. He expects retaliation from its claws, but knows its fangs can also be an issue. It is about his height, so Charlie dips his head down, feigning giving it an opening to his scruff. But he puts on the brakes as he gets right next to it, and as the lion attempts to bite he drives his head upward, hearing a satisfying click of the lion’s jaws as he forces its mouth shut.

The dumb cat had chosen to mess with the wrong wolves.

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