why dont you caribou-t me?

The lions, for their part, didn't look like they wanted to eat her. Iscariot finds herself more relieved than she'd like to be, on that front. A roar enough to scatter the herd, though it chills her in a way as well. Aggressive predators all have their way to send the others scattering, narrowing in on their prey, but roaring... there's a flair to it. Riot's ears fold against her dainty skull, and she launches herself at the lone caribou.

Snarling and snapping, being mindful of the hooves, she full sends into the ragged beast's flank. The tissue is highly vascular, and Riot works to do as much damage as she can in the moment. Let it bleed, prevent it from running off, though the lion was doing a solid job of that on his own.

"Iscariot"