Good kitty, bad kitty

The male thrashed, as Beauregard held onto him, the lioness that had come to his aid pushing away to seemingly recollect herself for another attack. Beauregard wasn’t going to let the other predator have control back. Even as the lion tried to shake him the wolf held on, legs scrambling and adjusting his weight as he went so that he would not lose his balance. Balance in fights was such a key thing, the difference between winning and losing, and the difference between getting injury. That said, his jaws were getting quite the workout and were likely going to be sore for a few days after this. His blue gaze flicked back to the lioness, watching as she lunged back for the male.

Claws slid into the male lion’s body and Beau heard him grunt with pain before the woman’s teeth found purchase in the sorry predator’s neck. Blood was spilled, and as seconds ticked by, Beauregard could feel the lion’s strength waning as his life slipped away from him. It was only once the ashen cream wolf was sure he was dead that he released him and stepped back, gaze turning back to the lioness. “Thank you for your aid, miss.” She certainly hadn’t needed to help him, but it was greatly appreciated that she had made the choice to do so. Good thing too, considering how much larger she was than he was. He had always considered himself pretty tall, but this lioness towered over him.

“My name is Beauregard Ravenwood. Might I have yours?”

"Speech," 'Thought.'