Boartusk Heights I eat boys up, breakfast and lunch.

Didn't include a roll. Feel free to roll for her if you want though!

The strike left her feeling angry of all things, imbibing her with enough adrenaline to keep going even though it would've been smarter to turn tail. The feline was enraged, that much was clear. It was angry and it was powerful — but so was Ikkuma, and the more she bled the more furious she became as a result.

Unwilling to give up any concessions during the fight, Ikkuma might've been briefly winded but she was racing after the cougar just as swiftly, refusing to be kept down for long. She knew to change her tactic: rather than an all-out smash and grab, she gave chase to the creature, snapped at its hocks, pulled at its tail, did anything she could to distract and annoy it. They weren't damaging maneuvers — Ikkuma didn't want to be hit again and the flashes of movement gave her some leeway in that regard, affording her the time and ability to evade.

The cat seemed fixated on the black-faced woman that initiated the struggle; Ikkuma couldn't understand why the fight had begun in the first place, but she also didn't know why the cat would linger long. Even if it was bigger and more powerful, it was outnumbered. They would succeed because of that — the wolf was certain. Ikkuma continued to harass their target, growing impatient the longer the battle went, but finding it oddly exhilarating.