wild roses in the wasteland

The creature responding to his call is... different. Far different than Björn anticipated, and he doesn't hide the surprise that crosses his stony features. A much larger predator, pale and tawny, showing some signs of age. A strange specimen, one that speaks the common tongue. Björn hadn't ever encountered a cat like this one, that's for sure.

No time for thinking, only for doing. Springing into action, hackles up. "If you dare, more like." A toss of his antlered head, and he's quick to act.

There's no pussyfooting around, instead charging the large predator with precision. He'd have to be more mindful of the claws than on an average wolf. Those would be the scariest bits, but then, the teeth are nothing to trifle with either. Björn angles to come in behind the beast's elbow, trying to get his antlers headlong into the tender flesh. Close quarters combat is usually well within his wheelhouse, and Björn isn't about to give that up now.

"Björn"