Whitefish River So We Meet Again

With the feline in battle, he was no longer worried about Malila running back to her mother and the rest of the slumbering pack. The threat was with him now after all and no longer concealed in the shadows of night. The child's cry was horrific but understandable, he could only hope it wouldn't scar her for life. Physically she would be fine, but mentally, did they need to have a chat after this to ensure her previously high confidence didn't waver?

Locked in battle, this time the Constable wouldn't let the feline escape as he did last time. He was certain it was the same one, similar scars left on its skin rung a bell in his memory. A scratch along his snout retaliated for the swift bite on the feline's shoulder. He was merciful once, letting the cat escape and only making sure its trail left the borders - this time, would be different. This time, he had aid too.

A grey blur joined in on the fray, pulling at the clawed foe. Tonight would spell the end of the feline threat that lurked in the crystal cave earlier this year. The beast hissed and yowled, swatting at both of them ferociously, fearlessly. Cats were such a horrible opponent, flexible, armed at every angle. He was bound to leave with more scratches, there was no avoiding such a fate; and so he moved in once more, confident with the new companion aiding, jaws stretched and poised to at least try to take control of the feline's neck and maybe take the claws attention away from Eshe. 

Maybe give her the opportunity to do damage elsewhere while the cat was focused on the wolf hanging from its nape.