Silvertip Mountain look well, o wolves

One by one his pack, his family, arrived. He called and they came, just as he knew they did. However, Mason also came and instantly FitzDutiful became inwardly flustered. Darn it! Zaria launched herself at the cat, providing him another mini heart-attack before Alastor made it his job to protect Mason. The silver puma had other ideas and with a bound managed to get past both himself and Alastor before picking up Mason in his jaws.

FitzDutiful let out a loud growl of disapproval, aware that at least three members of his pack were looking to him for instruction. He assessed the situation quickly; one trained warrior, one trained warden, four equally capable wolves. Six to the one puma nightmare.

The cat had leapt for Mason, putting itself deeper into pack lands, close to himself and Alastor. Zaria, Chaska and Steady were behind him and Vanora the other side. "Zaria, Steady the other side stop it going further into the pack lands" He wanted to stop it going after June too. He made sure to speak quietly, to stop it from hearing too much. "Chaska, Vanora - the sides. Alastor with me."

His aim was to circle it, trap it in a hexagon of wolves with no retreat. He let it go, it killed Mason; he attacked it, it killed Mason. His only hope was to hope it valued its life more than a meal and dropped Mason to retreat. With a glim grin that showed the extent he was willing to go to, he mused that if it killed Mason now he would have the puma's life as revenge.