Sawtooth Spire Animal instinct

Had Savik known what fueled Aariak, and most of Tartok wolves' intentions, he wouldn't have doubted their chance to both take the elk and fend off the cougar at the same time. It wouldn't be reasonable to allow another predator to take the prey in their territory, and Aariak would do whatever it took to protect what belonged to his pack and family.

The dark wolf sprinted behind the elk and snapped at it's hindquarters. A wolf approach. Aariak knew the wild cat would have killed the elk in one bite to the neck. Precise and avid killers were cougars. It raced behind them, waiting for the right moment to attack, but it was out-numbered. Aariak too, snapped at the elk's hinders, weakening, and finally tumbling it to the ground. The rest of the herd raced away, leaving the weak behind. They also knew only the strong survive.

Aariak was quick to sink his fangs around the elk's throat, which would kill it in minutes. It was immobilized, which gave him, and Savik, a chance to turn around and fight off the cougar.

It hissed at them, threatening and walking around them in a circle. Aariak's fur bristled and his lips curled as a deep growl rumbled his chest. He looked demonic, dangerous. But the cougar had it's share of ferocity as well.