Thunder Dome fireloam

It had not taken long for two of the three she'd called for to arrive, and though she gave no verbal greeting, her expression made it known that she was glad to see them. Though they'd made it clear they were ready for a fight, she remained there with a neutral look in her eyes. The felines were large and, though they were outnumbered, she could only imagine the type of damage they were capable of inflicting. As a young child, she'd heard tales of those who'd decided to throw themselves into battle against the competitive predators, and hardly any had ended well. While the wolves had numbers on their side, the mountain lions had something far more dangerous; bloodlust. The female of the pair seemed to demonstrate the most aggression, and so it was she that the yearling would wish for her tribe members to avoid the most.

"I will give you a chance to leave these grounds," Asterr voiced, words directed towards the silver cougar. While the woman had been more aggressive visibly, the dragon had noticed her glances towards her companion. It was the male who was the more dominant of the two, so if they could get him to leave she was certain his friend would follow. "Numbers are not on your side, I would advise that you decide with caution." She wished not to risk harm befalling her companions, but there was no denying that the cats had to go. Though peaceful by nature, even the small girl would fight to drive them out of their home.