It was left at the Aspen tree... right?

With a ferocious growl, the young wolf dug in deep to the tigers paw. He was utterly unaware that the only reason he was able to do so at all was because Atreyu kept it busy at its front. With the other wolf going for its throat, and pinning it down, it wouldn’t even notice the claws and teeth of the pup.

Feeling as if he was vital to this attack, Citadel snarled again, and started to climb the back of the cat. Digging in with his retractable claws as the tiger suffocated and died beneath the attack of the pink warrior. By the time the tiger gurgled its last gurgle, he was proudly on top of its back, and he let out a little proud howl. “I killed it!” He cried out in delight, scenting the beginning touches of death on the air.