Swiftcurrent Creek pack activity · fight or flight

Something jostled Bones even as the pup's teeth sank into a fold of flesh and fur. She hung on, yanking it along with her as she scrambled for purchase. She found it but, in the next instant, something blinded her. The scrappy youth didn't relinquish her grip until she found herself choking, her nose and mouth filled with fluid. She spat out the roll and backpedaled, bumping into things and shaking her head, sending a spray of hot, thick, wet blood in every direction.

Still half-blinded by it, Bones randomly shouted, "Ava—!" Her voice cut off when something fell down upon her, effectively squashing her to the ground. She growled and writhed, the blood smearing away from her eyes as she kicked her way out from beneath the fallen mountain lion. She emerged from beneath its slumped hindquarters, looking like some bloody, bastardized child borne from its corpse.

Coughing, young Bones cleared her throat and blinked around at the scene. Fox was tearing at the mountain lion's body while the other wolves hovered nearby, all of them splattered with some amount of blood. Bones didn't know if it belonged to them or to the cat. Licking the sticky liquid from her own muzzle, she peered at Captain Fox, waiting for some sort of instruction or other acknowledgement.