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The feline was aware that the wolf assumed that Veritas was in danger, but he wasn't about to expose his softness to the canine, and tell him that the wolf-cub was his ward. If he did that, the wolf would certainly try to take the pup away from him, thinking that it would be better off with its own species. He didn't have time to check and make sure that Veritas did as he'd commanded, as he fixed his gaze on the wolf who rose to meet him in battle, presumably for the sake of the child he assumed was in danger. 

And it was not in Virtute's nature to charge into battle if it could be avoided with words...But he felt that Veritas was better off with him, and was convinced that this wasn't something the wolf would understand. So they met with great force, though Virtute would have the advantage of both gravity and size. As a mountain lion, he was adept at maneuvering on loose footing, and would use that skill to his advantage. He knew that the wolf's greatest advantage over him was the sheer crushing weight it had in its jaws- so he would have to be mindful of that. He would need to knock the wolf off balance in order to safely make a bite- and he aimed to do just that with a hefty smack of one large paw, claws extended to reach, grab, and haul the wolf off its feet.