Cassiopeia's View Foreign terrain is by far the most treacherous

She found herself frozen by his cruel comment, it almost seemed as though she had hurt his feelings. The need to apoligize burned in her throat. She nearly stuttered out a phrase to repent her words, but the male was already focused on the battle.

His pounce at the large cat made Semira jump to action, with a slightly different approach than his. She sprinted past the sparring pair, turning heel behind the cat and snapping at its leg. She grasped it hard before jumping back as the cat whipped around, its burning gaze fixated on the female wolf. The obsidian wolf was brutally attacking the cat, having seemingly gained a flesh wound.

She snarled with fury at the cat, her own hawk-like gaze steadying with the cat's. Although she wasn't partial to the wolf, she would still protect one of her own. Her hackles raised in the air, her cranium dipping low as she sprinted forwards beneath the cats neck. Her canines aimed for the cat's neck, but missed as the cat's large paw swept into Semira's side. With a screaming yelp she flew back several feet. Releasing a slow breath, she pulled herself back onto her paws unsteadily.