Coran hit the ground, his vision swimming from the blow but despite his smaller size he was no lightweight. He took the blow and forced himself back to his feet, cringing at the smell of blood he'd caught on the lion's paws. It wasn't his blood, it wasn't the other man's blood… it was the blood of cubs. A flash of rage flit through him. He knew male lions would kill the cubs of another when trying to force a female into heat. It was a disgusting practice. This anger spurred him on for a more sensitive target, something that would really cause this brute pain. As the lion's attention turned back toward the wolf lunging for its throat, Coran dove back into the fray, fangs bared and dripping with blood as he latched onto the lion's scrotum.
A screeching yowl erupted from the lion's throat as it twisted around to get at him but this time Coran thrashed his head back and the thin and tender flesh readily ripped. The claws raked down his left shoulder but he took the blow in stride, knowing the pain he'd just inflicted was much more than he'd received. The lion tried to scramble away from the wolves, a crooning, pain-filled sound seeping from its lips.
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