After his patrols and a check up on both Banshee and Belle the male waltzed down to the watering hole. He had just come back from a venture out into the unclaimed lands in attempt to find Circe. But, he had no luck. It was hard since he didn't want to spend much time away from Ashen but he was also concerned about his broodmother's safety. Yet, as he approached one of the smaller lakes that formed the clump of large pools a peculiar scent filled his nose. Pale eyes narrowed as steps slowed. Hannibal scanned the region before he heard a deep feline growl coming from his right. Before he could react a screech could be heard and a very angry female Fishing Cat launched at him. Cat claws raked against strong and long front legs and the male instantly let forth a rippling growl. Hannibal narrowed his eyes, raised his hackles, flattened ears, and snarled in an instant. - In reaction to the Cats attack the male quickly snapped his fangs in her direction but she was too quick and darted to the side. The Cat's tail was high and it's spine as well. It looked vicious but was quite a few inches shorter then Hannibal. If she wanted a fight, she'd get one. 216 Words! - Fighting Season Skill Prompt. ""

Segar was never far from Hannibal’s side now, although the rank had yet to be given to him officially he saw himself as Hannibal’s personal body guard. He wasn’t as large and fierce as Sirius but he had dtermination on his side and a devotion to Hannibal that couldn’t be mistaken. He snarled as he lunged from the underbrush and took the cat’s swiping paws to his face, the hooked claws sinking in and ripping at his flesh as he struggled to batter the cat down with his paws. He could feel blood seeping from new wounds where the cat’s claws had left thin rakes in his skin and yelped in pain as oxygen flooded the deep gashes in his face burning his features in their wake. In an instant he kicked the cat away and snarled, shielding Hannibal’s body with his own and snarling as his hackles raised. He was still unskilled but that didn’t stop him from fighting for his beloved. Again and again he found himself comparing his thin frame to the burly male he had seen maim Hannibal that day when the whole pack was gathered, hate flashed through him and he found his claws digging into the dirt. In his mind the furious cat was the dark male and he was avenging his lover. He charged in again for a second attack, this time catching the cat’s swiping paw in his jaws while it yowled in pain and batted furiously against his muzzle. He felt the sensitive flesh of his muzzle split open and gave a shrill cry of agony before dropping the cat altogether and stepping back to shield Hannibal again a weaker growl lingering on his muzzle as a fresh wound made it harder for him to keep his eye open. He wanted to prove to Hannibal that he was worthy of protecting him, even if the male was capable of protecting himself, he wanted to prove his value, even if it wasn’t necessary, and wanted to show Hannibal that he was worth his time and effort. Word count: 344 ""

Just as Hannibal reeled in to react to the Cat's oncoming assault Segar came forth from the underbrush and took claws right to the muzzle. The albino's eyes were wide but he lowered himself into a defensive stance. Elbows and knees were bent, muzzle pointed down to protect his throat, tail aligned with his spine, weight evenly distributed, ears flattened, lips curled upward to expose gnarly fangs, and hackles raised to expose himself as a larger threat to the smaller feline. He witnessed the earth toned male tense as blood dripped onto the dirt below. A certain anger seemed to emit from his lover, one that Hannibal had never seen before. After a moment of collecting himself Hannibal was ready to aid Segar in either driving the Cat away or eliminating it completely. The pelt could make a grand hide for Dutch and the pups. Thought vanished as he moved back into action. Segar took another vicious swipe to the face and that was when Hannibal charged forth past the handsome male. A rippling growl left his maw as the albino aimed to snap his greedy fangs at the Cat's neck. Large paws stomped upon the ground as he towered over the feline. He managed to grasp some of it's scruff between his teeth but with such a purchase came a flurry of sharp Cat claws. The Fisher violently swatted and swiped at his face and neck, coming dangerously close to eyes. Thus, Hannibal let go and took a quick step to the side. His eyes never left the feisty Cat as he lowered his head and raised his shoulders. Teeth were clenched and exposed, blood painting his normally rather pretty jigsaw face. Hopefully with such a display and with the Cat now bleeding from the neck it would cower away and they could drive it out of the territory with no desire to come back again. 316 Words! - Fighting Season Skill Prompt. ""

The cat hissed, its fur raised and ears pulled back, eyes fully dilated making them appear like black pools. Segar snarled and stepped forward, his own hackles raised, claws sinking into the earth as he prepared to surge forward again. With a mighty kick off the ground he pounced on the cat, his fangs sinking into its belly as it snarled and hissed, striking at his face and eyes. His fangs sank into the cat’s flesh, blood pooling in his mouth as he lifted his head, the cat still coiled around his face, and slammed it into the ground, his grip never waving or faltering. The cat yowled as its spine hit the ground and struggled to escape but Segar held it too tightly.  With his grip still tight Segar shook his head violently, dislodging a chunk of flesh and hide before the cat fell to the earth, panting and reaching out to sink its claws into the ground with pain.  Blood flowed freely from the wound on its belly while Segar stood poised and ready to finish the feral animal off, his head lowered as bloodstained fangs parted in a low growl. The cat hissed again, weaker this time and breathed heavily on the frosty air, its hot breath visible to the naked eye. With another snarl Segar rushed forward again, gripping the cat’s head in his jaws as it spat and clawed at his lips, the cat’s hooked fangs caught on the black skin, tearing away flesh and filling Segar’s mouth with his own blood. He shook his head, hoping to break the cat’s neck but the cat’s grip prevented its body from being violently jostled. It lifted its paws and smacked into Segar’s face until he was forced to pull back and return to Hannibal’s side. Thin scratches marked his face, and his lips had been split by the assault he looked frightful and heavily battered as he stood by Hannibal’s side, panting with pain. He looked at the cat who was too furious to die and charged forward a final time, seizing its neck in his jaws and crushing it, killing the cat in an instant. His legs shook as he held his quarry and looked at Hannibal with tired eyes before he brought the cat to him and laid it down at his paws. “For you.” He muttered, feeling the adrenaline leave his body and exhaust him. Wordcount: 402 ""

As Hannibal reeled back for a moment with blood dripping from finely sliced cuts in his muzzle Segar stepped in. The large male watched as his companion dove in not one but three times to battle the feline. There were quite a few moments in which Hannibal readied himself to launch into the fray but Segar seemed to have everything under control. A swelling pride for his lover filled his chest as he observed the earthy male take quite a few scratches to the face in addition to hefty bites. Hopefully the Cat didn't have anything infectious on those claws for the opposing male was covered in the bloody gashes. As Segar returned with the dead Cat Hannibal looked down at the corpse. A hefty smile slipped across his blood covered lips as his gaze flicked back up to Segar. As the moments went on the scout looked worse for wear. "Segar.. you did not have to do that.." That much was clear, but Hannibal was still extremely grateful to have such a mighty beast at his side. The albino took a step forward with a raised head and closed the distance between them. The male aimed to lap at some of the wounds upon Segars muzzle in order to cease some of the bleeding. "Come, my love. We must get you to the healers." Hopefully Banshee or Luce were free to patch them up. - With that the alpha took a step back and captured the dead Fisher between his ivory fangs and move to slither from the water's edge towards the thick of Ashen's lands. 266 Words! - Fighting Season Skill Prompt. - Done! ""