Redhawk Caldera The Dance at the Gym

Their gazes locked upon one another, the panther continued to prowl forward, and Bronco held his ground- but did not like it when the animal came close enough that he knew it could cross the distance with a few quick pounces...So he began to back up, moving away from the base of the Caldera, which was just as well- he figured he might be a bit better off on flat ground anyway, and he didn't like having the cougar above him. He continued to growl softly and deferred to the creature, hoping there'd be a chance that maybe it might just decide to leave him alone, and change its course. At the moment, it was quite obviously stalking him, though he refused to turn his back on it. 

He saw, up the slope, a beige form heading his way and he did not dare lift his gaze from the cougar's intense, ash-blue gaze for fear it might get spooked. It only seemed concentrated on him, and he'd prefer it that way. For a moment, he thought it might've been his mother coming toward him, and he was relieved. If his mother attacked the creature from behind, she would have the upper ground, and then the two of them could chase it off together. Nellie was also capable of such a thing- but as she got closer, he could see how pale her fur was in comparison to the coats belonging to his sister and his mother. Her scent drifted in his direction and he saw the cat pause as it realized at the same moment- that there were now two wolves rather than one. 

He growled and took a step toward the cat, causing it to crouch and hiss, but it bought Fennec enough time to have made her way down the slope and to his side, but this didn't necessarily mean they were safe. In a low, voice, he cautiously spoke, and began to gently press his shoulder against hers. He knew Fennec was bold and strong- but she was blind, and cats were both silent and deadly. "Move back." He said, as the cat began to stalk forward again. Its eyes roved from him to Fennec and, unnervingly, it seemed to focus in on her moreso than him. He growled, with hopes of catching its attention again, but in all likelihood, it had noticed Fennec's blank stare. "Slow, keep moving back," He said steadily. He couldn't hear the cougar's careful, silent pawsteps. As he backed up, he stepped on a small branch. The sudden crackle was like the click of a trigger being pulled- and the cat launched itself toward the pair of wolves, bounding through the snow with powerful strides, and would overtake them in an instant.