The Sunspire you are my sunshine

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The cat was smart enough to tuck in its head and avoid his teeth. It retaliated with its own, which sank into his shoulder. Then the claws came, raking at his flesh all over like needles. Bernard snarled, his fury growing astronomically when someone else diverted the lynx's assault: Hyacinth. He would try and make the best of the opportunity to sink his fangs into the damned cat, as it couldn't fight all of them. The wolfdog was too angry to aim at this point, he just wanted it dead.