Sawtooth Spire Animal instinct

Quickly, as the male hastily sunk his teeth into the deer ending its life, he turned around to face the cat. It had a nasty face, with it's lips pulled back in a hiss to reveal the ivory fangs held behind. There was no lightness about the situation, as he knew the cougar was powerful by itself. 

In return, he let out a warning snarl, hoping that the cat would back off in peace. When it didn't, swung it's heavy paw at him, claws extended. The blow grazed by him, a warning shot as well. Its eyes almost looked red, but it would have been his own reflection as his blood boiled underneath. It was clear the cat had no plans to give up the deer, regardless of where it stood. 

His eyes followed the feline as it circled them, but he would not be swayed by it intimidating gaze. Letting out a thundering growl, on loud and strong enough to alert a herd of deaf bison, he took a shot at the cat, carefully of his swinging claws. He managed to distract it, the cats piercing glare burning into his own. In the split second he had, he motioned for the other male to hit it around the side, where he would be invisible even to its peripherals.