The Tangle la mer

Both women joined in his attack and their addition did just what it was meant to - gave the cat too many distractions to successfully prevent any of them. Artaax reveled in the feel of his teeth digging into his enemy's flesh and the taste of blood on his tongue. He gripped the creature tightly and wrenched his head, attempting to tear and rend. He felt invincible. He felt powerful. He felt alive.

It was over all too quickly. The collision of bodies made him lose his grip, and just like that, the cat was leaping away from them and disappearing into the woods. Artaax spun and chased after it to the edge of the trees where he was stopped by the tangled trunks and limbs. He snorted in irritation, but marked its trajectory. It was leaving his territory. He was victorious.

Artaax turned to peer at his companions - mostly Mallaidh. He moved towards her, intent on checking her over and making sure she had not been hurt. Meanwhile, his shoulder was bleeding something fierce, as was a thin line on his muzzle where the cat's last swipe had grazed him. He was not aware of these things, nor of the other female. His eyes were for his friend.