Otatso Wetlands Underdog

last post for me! <3

he tore, slashed, blood painting his paws almost unto the ankle and jaws smeared with the desirous life-beat. but still she struggled, and shardul was made joyous anew by the prospect of her strength, that which would keep her sentient until he was ready to strike the final blow. but she cried for her packmates, for the wolfpack that was the backbone of each lupine, and the silver cat hesitated. one, perhaps two of the furred fools would not stand against him, but his hindquarters bore still the scars of his attack upon the mountain, and so he thrust the woman violently away, breaking into a run that carried him toward the nearest body of icy water before he felt it was prudent to slow, to bathe away her scent before continuing.