Redhawk Caldera The Dance at the Gym

He could hear a high pitched ringing in his ears as he drunkenly tried to lift himself to his feet, only to find that his left forelimb was more or less uesless, and that he couldn't maneuver it properly. The last strike by the cougar had dislocated it, and he felt nearly incapable of moving anything from his shoulder down. He rubbed his face against his other shoulder, stumbling as he did so, trying to get some of the blood out of his eyes and succeeded in restoring his vision just enough, and just in time, to see his sister get pinned against the base of a tree by the throat. 

Fennec was upon it like a whip, and clenched her jaws into the thick muscle and sinew of the nape of the cougar's neck, wrenching it sideways. Incapable of jumping or even running, Bronco hobbled toward his sister where he would make a stand- emitting as fearsome a growl as he was capable of producing, whilst Fennec side-stepped to join him. When surrounded, the cat was a whirlwind of savage claws and teeth- but facing three wolves together, wounded as they were, seemed to shake its confidence. 

With a savage yowl and hiss the creature lunged and swiped, and Bronco did his best to dodge, but held his ground. His vision was blurred- and he could not clearly see either Fennec or Alyx to know if the cougar's last few swipes were avoided or not. He felt the air just above his temple stir and felt a sudden pull as one of the cougar's claws hooked into one of his years and jerked free, tearing through his ear so that the tip half of it dangled loosely as a flap of skin. He snarled and lunged- and it was only then that the cougar's patience and confidence had worn thin enough that it hissed, and backed away. Within a few moments, it turned and bolted, and mere moments later, in the silence that followed, Bronco slowly tilted forward and face-planted into the bloodstained snow.