What Doesn’t Kill You

His breath quickly turned into pants. The adrenaline pumping through his veins becoming overwhelming the moment he took off. Khranbari had a hatred for any who dared think that crossing over into Valta lands was justified. Rather wolf, feline or prey. He cared not what they were. But, knew they were to be dealt with accordingly. Paws pounding effortlessly against the snowed surface. It didn’t take long before reaching the object of such noises piercing the winter’s air. A snarl quick to rip through exposed teeth. Jaws snapped at the swipe given by the grown male puma. Its tail flicking behind with a very noticeable agitation. One that surely matched the Raitas own. He thought of how beautiful the cat’s pelt would look decorating their den. Or perhaps Varushka would enjoy something to keep her warm during the next winter months to come.

Either way, Khranbari began to circle the feline. His eyes never leave those giant paws that held very sharp and deadly claws. The hissing growl of anger fell from its lips. Quick to respond with another mentioned snarl. He didn’t hold back as he threw his body into the puma’s side. Mouth open in attempt to clamp on the area where throat met neck. In the same motion, his paw pressed down onto one of the nearest legs. Hoping to render it slightly useless until removed for the time being. Giving the earthen woman an opportunity to jump in.

If she dared.
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