The Sunspire you are my sunshine

Bernard had just finished making his rounds on the border and was going to head for his usual dipping spot when the scent of cat hit him. Felines were such slippery creatures, able to penetrate pack territory. Still, he felt this was incredibly foolish. Immediately, the bearish canine loped after its trail, which brought him closer and closer to the densite. Bernard's heart sank in its chest; was he too late? He pushed himself to run faster, despite the heat and despite his lack of stamina at top speed.

Finally, the lynx came into view. The creature was face-to-face with Seabreeze. Releasing a loud, fierce snarl, the behemoth did not slow down, even against his burning muscles and throat, aiming to barrel right into the intruder before it could harm his packmate. Ideally, this would send it to the ground, where he would mercilessly tear into its throat, if able. Such thoughts normally didn't cross the gentle giant's mind, but when his packmates―especially children―were in danger, he had no qualms with extreme violence.