Chimera Fields magister

honey goes next!

the cougar does not scare him. its strength, its fury, even its fangs—none of it. he has seen worse. he has fought worse. but what does bother him, what tears at something deeper, is the sound of rhaena’s voice—shrill, cracking with terror. the way she stands in front of the storm with her tiny chest puffed like she could stop it.
he will not let her die here.
she yells for him to run. he fixes her with a wild stare, jaws opening in a bellowing shout: gā!
raedwulf hurls himself forward, slamming his weight into the cougar’s side. they roll, claws raking. he feels teeth sink into his shoulder, but he does not falter. a roar tears from his throat as he snaps his jaws around the beast’s throat—just shy of the kill.
blood spills into his mouth. his own. the cougar’s.
the cougar escapes death and they are both sent sprawling back in escape. raedwulf staggering himself to his paws again, furs bristling, mouth dripping with darkened blood. seething, panting, circling the cougar as they remain in a standstill for several long pauses. then—they clash once more. raedwulf blind to everything but the thrum of his own blood rushing through his ears.
ignorant to whether or not rhaena remains, and to the approaching @Solharr.