Heron Lake Plateau theodore rex

Phox had never seen a lynx attack a wolf. They were smaller and usually left the larger predators alone. Not that he had much time to delve into that thought train. He ripped the cat off of the Blackthorn, and it clawed at Phox's face. Let's just say that wasn't a pleasant feeling. He could feel the hot blood dribbling down now, and he knew he would not come out of this mess unscathed. A second later, the cat managed to grab ahold of the other wolf's tail, and Phox watched in helpless horror as it snapped clean off. He had to keep himself from losing his lunch.

The cat dropped what had once been a living part of the younger wolf's tail, then charged Phox again. This time, blinking away the stinging blood that was running into his left eye, the Redhawk was more prepared. He dodged the cat's claws and teeth, swung around, and latched his own teeth firmly onto the back of the lynx's neck. Adrenaline was pulsing through his veins as he crunched down and felt the cat's neck snap between his teeth. He was breathing hard, and he tried to take stock of the situation.

It's dead, he said grimly. He hadn't seen where the younger wolf had run off to, but the trail of blood leading from the dismembered tail was easy enough to follow. Let's get you to @Raven.