Until such time that the cougar landed a firm grip upon his wife. He heard her hiss and watched her drop back, which spurred the man forward. He had little time to react when Tuwawi came tearing ahead of him, like a creature possessed. The scent of blood licked at the air, making Njal feverish with the desire to maim the wretched beast. He kept himself close to Tuwawi, ready to snap at the cougar should it turn to touch her again - spying the red that streaked her chest, which bolstered his need for violence.
Njal launched himself forward across the terrain with one goal in mind: revenge. He fought to keep pace with the quick cat and the equally speedy wolves, and overtook their position by a few steps. With the driving force of his rage at the helm, Njal tried to strike the cougar with his shoulder - as he would with any wolf in a spar - and ducked to grab at the animal's flesh. His teeth sank in to the feline's bounding front limb and the man, with as much weight and strength as he could muster, tried to pull and perhaps pop the cat's arm out of place. His teeth slid through its flesh and caused a cascade of fresh blood to leak from its upper arm. A new yowling, a hiss of ferocious hatred, and the cat was forced to re-evaluate its stride.
In that moment the cat turned upon Njal and tried to sink its teeth in to his face. Saliva sprayed at the man's eyes before he was overtaken by the shadow of the feline's riled spirit, with a gnashing of fangs that were set in to the crown of his head and pulled through the fur there. The wolf grit his teeth in pain and then released, snapping his teeth as he backed down while blood poured like hot wine in to his eyes.