Little soldier boy There had been a scent close to home. Something dangerous. And Titus ever the little protector man he was had decided to follow the scent and deal with it. Couldn't have a predator close to home stalking about with his little sister running about. He'd sent Andrei to warn his mom and uncle about his whereabouts, not that he had any doubt his mom's raven could see him from the tower. His form didn't blend in well but he was doing his best to keep quiet and on the beast's trail as it went across the hallows territory. As he entered the garden he gave a low growl. There it was, slinking along the wall of the garden. His eyes narrowed. There was no surprising it as it had its head turned to him and eyes narrowed back. Not that the child cared. He was gonna run it off he had decided. Though a nice Cougar skin rug would be cool as fuck for his mom. He stalked forward with Nikolai dispersing from behind him where the wolverine had been using Titus to cut through the snow easier. Then he exploded forward as the cat hissed and let out one of its screams. No doubt uncle art or someone heard that. He lunged for it as it slapped at him with claws extended. His teeth grabbing that paw and body then yanking backwards. Nikolai lunged and grabbed hold of its cheek as it went to bite him. Walk, "Talk", Think Come marching home

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Mae was venturing as twin peaks shift. She's been following the feline for a while now. Eyes spotted the feline once more, her hackles rose as a very low growl slipped from her throat. Another came into view. Someone who had appeared much younger than herself. Her growl slipping out loudly. Mae stalked closer, her muscles tightening but not to the point of it affecting her fighting skills. She went in for the attack. The feline turning it's attention on the slightly bigger wolf, as the womans harks twisted tight against her skull.

Hoping to get it's attention off of the younger wolf, grabbing a hold of the felines neck, it hissed and bared it's own fangs to Mae, feline yellow pools landing on the slate woman. She wasn't about to back down though.

1/3 Fighting large predator (mountain lion)

"Speech!"

Little soldier boy As he came in and had a hold of it's paw and Nikolai it's face another came in. She was on it's throat and had it's attention. Good, it would make his gob so much easier. His little snarl showed his ferocity as he dug in with his back feet and set to yanking harder and brought a paw hand down to grip the thing's leg, extending his claws into the skin if it. Nikolai had been knocked and displaced by the woman and He gave chattering barks of annoyance before he went under the leg Titus had and snatched a back leg. The aim Titus and Nikolai had wasn't to scare it off, but to kill it and make sure his uncle knew exactly how cool Titus really was. The tail was all he really would need for that. He could see it trying to swipe at the lady with it's other paw as it struggled in vain to get lose from the menacing child and his counterpart. Walk, "Talk", Think Come marching home

She watched as the small pup worked trying to take down a predator twice his size. He had courage, but courage didn't mean you always went looking for trouble. But so was life, sometimes trouble found you. Her tail going into a dominance stance, as she clamped down harder for a moment the cougar hissed and growled at it's two attackers. The slate womans spine was rose, making purchase with her back paws upon the ground and yanking backwards. Her ears pinned against her skull. Blood coated her maw as closing her eyes in an act to protect them from getting any of the life source within them. She continued to yank and tear at it's throat continuesly. The ground under her back paws were becoming more slick with the blood as it began to stain the ground.


"Mae"

Little soldier boy Titus was far from done with the cat. He was refusing to let go and he jerked back more, putting his entire body behind the yanking of the cat's paw. His claws raking down the cat's leg. Uncle art would be so proud of him for doing this. He was giving the cat no chance to hurt their family. His wolverine was set on the pack paw and giving that leg the same treatment he was giving the front. It was effectively pulling the cat towards them both, making it go on it's side and start flailing as the woman had it in a choke hold and was starting to bleed it out and make it choke on its own blood. It was starting to make gurgling noises but he wasn't letting go. No he would have the cat's tail one way or another. Once the sounds stopped and the cat was expired he moved, his target the tail. His claws retracted and he grabbed the tail in his mouth, beginning to rip it from the cat. He was starting to gain a collection and if he collected enough maybe his uncle would take him raiding next time they went. He could handle dumb predators but he wanted to fight other wolves. He would become just as strong as his uncle one day. Walk, "Talk", Think Come marching home

Everything had seemed to slow down, but the adrenaline that coursed threw Mae's frame was still strong and thick as her own blood. Ears twisted against her skull as pastel cherry pink pools were closed tightly, yanking continuing as the predator soon feel to the ground, it's body still warm but blood painting her face and the ground under her. The woman didn't let go just yet though, one more thrash of her skull as a crunch was offered. Crushing the lions throat, making its air ways collapse. That's when she looked towards the younger one. Ears splayed to the side. "You are not hurt are you?" The female moved towards the pup, as reaching out with her maw. "What would have happened if the cat got the best of you?" She spoke her words laced with worry.

"Mae"