Njal was not knowledgeable of cougars. He had not been around when Tuwawi had dealt with the previous pest, the one which plagued Kindred during one of his many wanders away from the territory. Here he could make up for that failure to protect. With the fervour of a man possessed the man became a silver bullet, and joined the fray. There were wolves here he had not met, but they were kin - they were Swiftcurrent, and more importantly, they were wolves; had they been strangers he would have protected them, perhaps to the detriment of himself. The life of a wolf was superior to that of this invasive feline.
With a roar of his own, an outpouring of rage and defiance towards the creature, Njal ran alongside it. He watched as others snapped at it, tore at it, to reach and rend; and the fever within him to fight became too difficult to ignore. With the baring of his teeth Njal drove himself close to the cougar and snapped at it, attempting to herd and to slice, with intermittent moments of careful dodging and weaving. He was far from fast, but the large cat was preoccupied by at least one other set of jaws at all times - giving Njal enough leeway to avoid exceptional harm. At least for now.