Barrow Fields Barracuda

The cat was too fresh on his own to handle this stress. One wolf he felt stubborn enough to handle, two however, was beyond his range of talent. Badgers were a nuisance, a wolf was a task, and wolves were a threat. He hissed, backing further, which drove Warbone forth in a violent goad. The wolf skidded to a halt, spraying the young puma with cold loam as it swiped at him fearfully, missing as Warbone jerked backwards. He snarled, body vibrating with his sonorous growl until the cat saw fit to distance himself from the bristling canines. It whirled, jogging several feet, and half-turning, only to witness Warbone grappling after him.

The feline broke into a full run, sure that the female was coming for him too (even if she wasn't) and the male wolf didn't keep after the fleeing cougar who had surrendered to their presence. Warbone trotted to a halt, snorting and standing defensively as he looked for any sign of the lion returning. After a while he relaxed, feeling remarkably drained, not realizing the hit his body had taken from the immense clenching of every muscle in his body. He turned slowly, evening out his breathing, as he turned cooling eyes on the female once more.

"That was my apology for snapping at you," he said humorlessly.