Swiftcurrent Creek pack activity · fight or flight

Bones had retrieved the turtle shell earlier abandoned at the borders and carried it to the creek, where she now filled it with water for no other reason than because it was a neat trick. Perhaps it could even be useful, though any purpose for it currently eluded her. She carefully balanced it in her teeth and very gently set it on the ground, only to spill it all over her forepaws when a series of sharp cries startled her.

Blinking stupidly for a moment, young Bones took a few steps toward the sound, stopped, then abruptly broke into a gallop. Her heart beat rapidly in her chest as she came upon a very frightening scene indeed: Fox and two others tussling with a mountain lion. They appeared to be doing the hornpipe, though it looked a whole lot more serious than some lighthearted capering. Not to mention the scent of Fox's hot blood spilled on the earth.

"I'll send ye to Davy Jones's locker, ye scabby sea bass!" was her belligerent battle cry, fearless in the face of danger as she sprang into action to help her Captain and fellow members of the crew. The black wolf had leaped for the cat's hip and the pale one aimed for its shoulder. Young Bones decided to sink her teeth into one of the cat's hind legs to further distract it from its attack on the tiny, foxlike leader.