Theta had gone off and done something that was gutsier than anything she had done before. She had gone off and angered a lion. It wasn’t through any means beyond her normal ones, just being a jerk. She didn’t tend to make a habit of angering creatures of other species though. She was confident in her wolf fighting skills, but not in her fighting skills with anything else. Especially not something that was bigger than her.

Theta had managed to lure the lion out into more of an open space so they had room to fight it out. Squared off they both stood facing each other growling and waiting for the first move to be made.

Mæva was lost. She'd gone out exploring and ended up traveling farther east than she'd meant to and in an effort to get around the many water ways she'd gotten herself lost. Her heart was hammering in her chest but she had the sun to guide her and a general direction to go in. She needed to head west. From her vantage point up on top of the falls she could spy the foggy mist of the swamplands she'd traveled through earlier.

She heard growling close by and decided it was time to get going but as she maneuvered downwards he paws slipped on ice, frozen over the rocks as she went sliding down through the snow straight inot the backend of a lion. Startled, the lion sprang into the air, twisting around to stare at her. Mæva scrambled to her feet. Well, shit.

Theta sprung into action as she spotted the lion start to move, charging forward towards him. To her surprise the move that had been made wasn’t towards her but instead to turn around. What on earth had prompted that decision? Either way she bit squarely into the lion’s rump with her front paws raised to grab it around the hips. As she had moved to attack she noticed something. What was that? Was that a pup? The heck was a pup doing here, this was a fight between warriors of the wilderness. Theta would hardly consider a random pup to be a warrior. This line of thought flew in the face of what she had thought as a pup, but Theta could hardly bring herself to apply that logic to a pup she hadn’t seen the skills of. Was this a stray Abaven pup or something? Of course Abaven would lose track of one of their own pups. There was no time to think though for this was a battle. The lion had let out a roar upon feeling Theta’s teeth sink in and had kicked its back leg along with some snow into Theta’s underbelly making her let go of her grip on its hind quarters. As she set up for the next attack Theta shouted for the sake of the pup “Either run home or fight!” She had no use for a bumbling pup to be hanging around, if they were going to even be in the area they had better be productive. "Speak"

Mæva didn't even hear the other woman's words over the blood pounding in her ears. The lion took a swipe at her which she swiftly ducked, scrambling backwards. There weren't any good, safe avenues for retreat so she had no choice but to attack. The lion swiped at her again and once more she ducked, this time seizing hold of the bottom of the lion's right wrist. She immediately started shaking her head, tearing flesh before the lions fangs seized her by her scruff. Oh, it hurt! She flailed and lifted her right paw, by luck managing to strike the cat right in the eye. It snarled and dropped her. She hit the ground losing her own grip as she laid stunned for a moment by the horrid pain blossoming across the back of her neck.

It looked like the girl had decided to fight but they didn’t try very hard. Theta could have sworn she went for more than just ankle biting as a pup. At least they hadn’t tried to run away so that was a point for the pup.

Theta launched her next attack as she sprung towards the lion’s neck, teeth first. Grabbing it by the scruff, the lion thrashed around trying to fling her off turning side to side. She held on as best she could, her hind paws dragging against the ground with her front paws braced on the lion’s body.

Mæva kicked sharply with her back feet, trying to get some distance from the lion. As she did her hind paws connected with the lion's chest but it didn't do much more than irritate the larger beast. At that moment the older woman latched onto the lions scruff and pulled. Mæva took that moment to get out from underneath the lion but as she did she twisted around and lunged, snagging one of the lion's ears. It roared and thrashed, claws lancing out for her but she let go and nimbly jumped away. The lion shook violently then started to take off running, deciding the wolves were not worth this nuisance.