Killer's instinct

Blackfoot

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She was usually pretty good at minding her own business, today wouldn't have been an exception to this either... except... she couldn't really watch someone get torn to shreds.

There she was, walking along, mind focused on what was around her. She was listening to everything, to make sure that she didn't run into any trouble. Which, trouble didn't find her, but she sure found it after she heard the clear sounds of a feline attacking and a canine defending.

It took her but a moment of watching before she calculated that this wolf likely would need help. It was, of course, none of her business but she wouldn't just stand by. If he was killed, she'd feel like shit later on if she didn't try to help in some capacity.

So, without really thinking about it she made the calculated move to lunge in after she saw the raven swoop at the lion's face. She snarled, letting out a series of barks to draw the lion's attention before trying to bite its rear left leg to rip into it before leaping away again. Hopefully out of reach.

An injury to a limb could turn the tide of a fight, barring that, she hoped her sudden rushing in would draw the cat's attention so that the wolf and raven could inflict other wounds. Perhaps the cat would see that this fight wasn't worth it.

"Dialogue"

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