A sticky situation

Alaric had moved into the Aspen forest in search of prey to eat. The lands were beautiful this time of year and he knew there had to be something in the area worth hunting. However the deeper he traveled into the Aspen forest, the less prey he was smelling and the smell of a mountain lion entered his nose. His hackles raised as he immediately perked up in alert. The big cat was somewhere. He moved towards the nearest creek, which was dammed up and in more open of a clearing. The water was overflowing and soaking the ground. He looked around the clearing for signs of the big cat, all for nothing until he heard the menacing hiss behind him. He turned to face the mountain lion, to see it only a few yards behind him. He stared it down, his gaze challenging it to come at him. He took no time closing the gap between them, eager to get the first strike in. His black maws splayed open and sought the hind leg, his grip forceful as he landed onto the mountain lion. He wasn't sure if reinforcements were coming, so he was fighting with all he had.