The Sunspire you are my sunshine

It was whirle of claws, fangs, and fur flying as Rocco fought for his life. He knew he connected some of his hits, but he couldn't say to where or what wolf. He simply turned on whichever wolf was closest and unleashed his fury on them. The wolf who had his leg let go, and so he turned to the brute that hadn't backed off. 

He let go an ear-piercing scream as he took one paw and clawed at the male in front of him. His back leg was bad, and he couldn't afford to lift both his front legs off the ground. Thankfully, the other female merely snapped at his face and retreated. He took that moment to turn on his heal, as best he could, and make a run for the borders. Not believing he could make it that far, the cat got to the nearest thick tree and made a bolt for it, using his front legs and one good back leg to claw his way up the trunk to a high branch. He turned, then, to face the wolves. He knew they couldn't climb, and he was high enough that they couldn't jump and get him either. Still, he growled a warning. Blood seeped from his hindquarters, and the droplets fell to the ground below.