Swiftcurrent Creek pack activity · fight or flight

Tuwa is basically harry potter... my scar burnssss when the dark lord in neeaarrr

A baritone howl, spiked with alarm, shattered Swiftcurrent's silence. No wolf could ignore a call of such urgency, and Tuwawi, who had been up North hunting small game, kicked off into a thunderous gallop before Haunter's brief message died. She ate up the ground as she roared across the forest scrim, nothing but a scarlet flash amongst a palette of ash-colored trees who had yet to bud. Her legs worked like cylinders of a freight and drove her forward with immense speed and agility, rushing to answer the voice of the sombre man who had sounded the sirens.

First, came the pungent odor of fresh blood. Second, came the bays of Swiftcurrent and the yowls of a beast Tuwawi knew well. When she rounded the bend her stomach flipped at the picture that had been painted: a mountain lion and wolves tangled together like ensnared reeds besides a wounded Fox with gashes cut deep into her side. Jinx and Haunter berated the cat while their alpha recovered from the blow, and the much-too-young Bones snapped at the hocks. The raw, blistered flesh on Tuwawi's muzzle burned anew as she remembered how Tartok's cougar had once contained the power to rend her flesh apart. Eventually they had disposed of it, but not before it inflicted wounds on many of her brothers and sisters.

Tuwawi knew the feline possessed great prowess for killing. Unmatched speed and flexibility paired with hooked nails and long fangs made for a deadly brew. They could turn on a dime and bat you away as if you were a puffy dandelion with one smack of its broad paw. The only advantage the Swiftcurrent wolves had were numbers, but even then it would be an impossible task to come out unscathed. Despite this knowledge, Tuwawi ran forth without hesitation into the chaos. The hair from her crown to her banner stood on end as her face twisted into a vicious snarl. Every tooth became unsheathed, bared at their foe with the intent to maim... the gum above her right eye tooth peeking from beneath split skin. However, it would be unwise of her to go for the obvious hit — as she had learned before with consequences. Instead, she put herself between Bones and the Cougar. Her jaws threatened to puncture the lion's loin, but her body acted as a buffer to protect their smallest warrior. Only a short glance to their leader could be afforded; to evaluate Fox's condition.

Tuwawi became enrolled in their party's defense. She lacked the bulk of the others to drag the cougar down, but she would be quick enough to parry any strike aimed at their young or wounded. Their situation was less than ideal, with one wolf damaged and another but a half-year, and so she offered quick jabs to aid Jinx and Haunter's efforts. They swarmed the cat together in a collective assault as the animal deflected attacks and served its own. Tuwawi did not know how this had all started... but it would be finished one way or another.

How're we going to decide the cougar's hits? Rolls?