Heron Lake Plateau Just a wasted puzzle piece

He hadn't seen much of them, but he'd spent enough time up north to know.  As Colt rounded, he was careful not to corner it, instead setting it so that it was directly between he and the exit.  He snarled and began to snap at the creature's face, but was unable to really get a good grab without exposing his own neck in the process.  It'd be dumb to open himself up before he had it out and in the open, with Niamh backing him up.

He earned a few more scratches on his nose and forepaws, but the creature seemed to come to the same conclusion as Colt as it backed away from him, snarling and spitting back.  Suddenly though, something seemed to pull it from behind.  Colt grinned, assuming Niamh had caught gold, and renewed his efforts.  If she pulled it out, he didn't want it immediately turning on her.

The creature shuffled and snarled as the walls of the entrance closed in around him, and colt pushed forward, slapping at it's head with his forepaws and scratching shallow furrows of his own.  His claws might not do the same, but they were something, and served to back it up further.