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The cat didn't go down without a fight, but it was obviously overwhelmed by the two wolves. Elwood threw himself against its haunch, sinking his teeth deeper into its flesh as he kept it from moving with his own body weight. Meanwhile, Peregrine scuffled with the feline's fangs and front claws, eventually managing to snap its neck with a triumphant crack.

When its body went limp, Elwood released his hold, revealing a bloodied flank that he had torn to shreds. The lynx was in bad shape; luckily, neither he nor Peregrine seemed to have suffered any major injuries. Elwood's muzzle and chest were spattered with the animal's blood, but there was none of his own -- or Peregrine's -- to be seen. He was tired, though adrenaline continued to course through his veins as he looked to his leader.

He raised a paw to return the fist bump, then gave his head a shake as he glanced back at the dead cat. "A repeat offender?" he guessed, in that moment glad that they had ended its life before it could do any real damage to the pack -- or its precious puppies.