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

Sharp pain stabbed her lungs, an effect from the wind being forcefully knocked from her chest. She steadied herself on her large paws, anger boiling at her own mistake.

She released a roaring snarl, shifting back onto her haunches to provide the best force in her leap. Yet, before she could pounce on the feline, the male whipped around the beast, tearing at it. 

New admiration and respect for the wolf glistened in her eyes as the cat slinked off, greatly wounded. As the male lifted his own muzzle to let out a mournful but victorious howl. Semira's more feminine form mirrored the other wolf as she joined his call.

As she tilted her head back down from the open sky, words of appreciation formed on her maw, "Thank you.." she winked with slight pain. The effort of speaking was too new for her lungs to handle as the femme took small breaths to escape the jabbing pain. She couldn't help the lopedided grin the spread across her creamy face,  "That was pretty good."