I'm not an R.I.P. I'm not another sick, sad tragedy

The cougar hissed wildly at Medusa’s companion, trying to reach back and take her by her scruff; succeeding partially in his teeth finding purchase- but the bitch was so damn tenacious she refused to be pulled off of him! All he wanted was a nice fucking meal. A nice puppy to have with a side of liquor, maybe even leave the pelt for its mother to find; damn dirty dogs. Instead he was fighting to not have an entire pack descend on him.

He was preparing to drop into a roll and dislodge the darker female cougar from his shoulder when a snarl rang out; his shock causing him to release Umbra just in time for Akuma’s attack to land. A heavy screech left its maw as the bigger wolf easily caught him by the scruff. One had his shoulder, the other, his scruff like he was a fucking kitten. He was forced down, wildly flailing whatever limbs could reach in attempts to catch either of his opponents.

Meanwhile the poor red boy lay helplessly. Fallen where he had been thrown, blood spattered across the rock he had initially hit, trailing down where he had slid and crumpled against the cold ground. His head was dripping crimson essence at a slow pace, his back dotted with the lacerations of fangs from the cat now being overpowered not too far away. And all the boy could focus on through disoriented thinking and ringing in his head… was his mother. And pain.

Then all at once he was fully conscious, eyes wild as he fully registered the pain aspect of his existence at the moment. Shaking movements and unfocused vision greeted him as he attempted to prop himself up against the stone once, twice, thrice to no avail. Something was weird. It was like his legs are stretching and elongating and he could not tell how far up or down her needed to place then in order to get them back where they belonged, underneath him so he could move- But Redrum knew there was still danger, and that he had to get back home. To the den. He didn't want to be in trouble. He didn't want to be forbidden from going out again. But... what? What was happening again? He peered over with clouded golden eyes, catching the sight of two cougars and a wolf fighting.... and it doubled and tripled the more he looked.