Sawtooth Spire Animal instinct

A deep growl rumbled in Aariak's chest as took the chance his pack-mate had given to go forward with an aggressive defense tactic. They were two, while the cat was only one. Aariak quickly moved forward as Savik took the first shot. The caretaker, too, snapped at the cat, which seemed to be coming to a more sensitive desicion. It stepped back, hissing at the two wolves, and finally it raced away from both the kill and the territory.

Aariak did not feel the need to chase after him, knowing that although fierce, cougars were smart enough to not put front to a whole pack of wolves once they knew it existed. This was probably the last they'd see of kitty. However, it was only logical to alert the pack of it's presence, so the male howled the message away, noting clearly that the cat was dangerous. Once done, he turned back to Savik, with whom he had not had a chance of a proper introduction.

"What's your name?"