Swiftcurrent Creek pack activity · fight or flight

The cat, with a piercing roar had discarded its first antagonizer and had rounded on the second, claws retching down the shadowy Creeker's right shoulder, leading him to snarl and quickly dispatch himself, lest his the cougar mar him permanently. He hadn't noticed until this moment, but Jinx was there too—a small trill of alarm sounded in the back of his head, vaguely recalling her pregnancy—and he tossed himself back into the fray at the exact same time as the scrappy little Crossbones.

Tuwawi was there next, though Haunter could hardly spare the time to watch her swift, dodging attacks as he went for the feline again, this time coming off with a torn bit of its flesh clenched in its jaws. There was another assailant as well, and suddenly the cat was becoming overwhelmed, unsure of which wolf to attack next and whirling about wildly and dangerously to defend itself. With the cat's attention definitely divided (as it was probably more concerned with escaping now), Haunter aimed his wide, slavering jaws for its tender belly, entirely unwilling to go for its neck.