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The wild cat had merely been protecting a meal that Fox had not yet smelled on the air. It was an unlucky turn of events, that much she knew. When the cat's paw had smacked her square on the side of the head, it had left a gouged a rather nasty cut from her left ear to her snout, just barely missing her eye. She yelped in pain, feeling the hot blood trickle down her face, and yet she did not crumple into a pile of hurt. Instead, she flung herself back into the fury, taking a few minor cuts as the cat's claws and teeth wailed on her.

Thankfully, her pack-mates (at least two of them) heard the scuffle and came to her aid. Ashton was first, flinging himself at the cat, and next was a wolf she'd not even met. The strange male was quick to be of help, doing his part to pry the cat off and away from her. The cougar, realizing the odds were no longer in its favor, quickly retreated, darting off into the darkness and leaving Fox, Ashton, and the newbie panting and heaving in its wake. Fox ran her tongue along her lip, and winced at the sting that came with that action. “Don’t go after it,” she commanded, leaving no room for argument. “How bad are you hurt?” she asked them both.