Bet you think you're Queen Bee

It hurt. It burned the way claws cut through skin, but the boy growled fiercly and bit down harder. She didn't lift her leg again, she seemed to be slumping forwards. The brown kid seemed to be pushing the lion away from him and he took the hint and pulled the limb to further destabilize the lone cat... didn't these things usually hunt in packs?

Now that it seemed the other wolves had this one dealt with he quickly relinquished his hold and climbed up on top of the fallen foe, standing up on his hind legs and pulling his forepaws in for balance, for all intents and purposes, an oversized meerkat on a perch, on the lookout for further foes.

“Looks like she was alone...” he looked to his aunt for confirmation, the donkeys milling about, stomping their hooves, daring another competitor to enter the ring.