Marrow

After a string of bad luck Marrow found herself in a vast plain with grasses so tall they could conceal her completely. Maybe she would have better luck hunting here. She'd gone 3 days without eating and her stomach grumbled and gurgled. It felt like there was an empty rock settled there and it was starting to hurt. She lifted her head, searching for any whiff of possible prey. Most of what she caught were the scents of elk and bison, far to large for her.

She weaved her way through the grass until the scent of blood caught her attention. A wounded pronghorn antelope… no, a dead pronghorn antelope. The scent of blood grew thicker and thicker the closer she got until she saw a young male lion feasting on his catch. Marrow's stomach ached and it drove her forward. She didn't intend to drive the lion off necessarily, instead she snuck close, seeking to grab a few scraps. While the lion busied itself in the guts, Marrow reached out to snag some flesh from the neck. No sooner than she ripped in the lion roared and swatted at her. She scrambled back but instead the lion gave chase. Well shit!

Coran didn't have much in the way of plans or direction. He'd scouted through the old Valhallan lands but by now the scent of his fellows was long gone. He had no trail to follow and no idea where the members had dispersed to except for his brother and Tel. He knew they'd gone back to her homeland but he had no idea when they'd be back. Coran decided to just let fate move him where it would and explore some of the other lands of the west and east. This would be the main corridor he intended to hunt along with a few select southern territories. He was moving into a vast field of tall grasses when he heard a roar and saw a pale woman racing away from a lion.

Ever the knight in shining armor he wasn't going to let harm come to the poor yearling. Coran set his defenses and charged at the lion, slamming into its side with his shoulder as his fangs ripped into the flesh on its back. It roared and spun for him.

Marrow

Marrow bolted away from the lion but could tell it was gaining on her. She didn't look back, instead she put her head down and ran for all she was worth. Before she'd gotten far she heard the lion roar in pain and she risked looking back to see an unfamiliar man attacking its side. Instinct told her to take the chance and run but there was a bit of anger bubbling in her stomach. There'd been plenty of food. She only needed a few bites. Why wouldn't the lion share? Just like her family, the greedy bastard. With a snarl she turned and charged. The lion was focused on the man so she took the opportunity to charge at it, slamming her chest into the outside of its arm while her claws dug into back and chest, teeth finding purchase where the mane ended.

Coran yowled as the cat's claws struck him and pushed back and away. It's second strike would miss however as Coran rolled to his feet, ready to attack again. He was surprised to see the yearling was back and assisting though secretly he was grateful for the help. Maybe between the two of them they could drive it off. Coran charged once more, this time his fangs digging into the lions left hind leg, latching around the ankle and pulling it up off the ground with a mighty yank. He was keen to get the beasts attention back on him and also to see if he could topple it into a more vulnerable position.

Marrow

Marrow relished her purchase for only a moment before the lion's fangs found her scruff and in an instant her white fur was stained red with her own blood. She gasped at the pain of those large fangs. In a moment the creature had thrown her and she hit the ground with an 'oof'. Yowch! What a nasty beast! Marrow got to her feet, seeing the strange man continue his attack. The lion curved around to get him and Marrow charged once more, ready to give the lion one last good incentive to leave. Her fangs latched into its hind end, causing it to jump forward in surprise before whirling around to try and strike her. This time she was ready, backing up before its claws could find her face.

Coran pulled hard and the lion started to stumble. It whirled around to face him, the force ripping its leg out of its jaws as it swiped at him with those massive paws. Coran managed to duck just in time the one claw cut along his forehead. He was about to strike when out of the corner of his eye he saw the girl charge once more, biting the lion in the rear. It suddenly pulled forward, and Coran leapt forward, twisting around and biting the other flank. The lion kicked back before taking off, clearly having enough of the harrasment. Panting, Coran sat down heavily. "Are you alright?"