The Sentinels the giants are sleeping

In terms of realistic play, I feel like he should be able to chase off a lynx of her size, however I'm more than willing to take a knee on this one. I hate doing that, but if you'd like to you can go ahead. (Thank you for offering)

Embry stiffened, tensing his muscles at the sound of the woman's voice.

"Says the one who attacked me," he muttered dryly, wincing at the pain that stabbed throughout his body. He could feel the smooth trickle of blood down his foreleg like a feather tingling upon his skin. His fawn tail swayed agitatedly. 

With yet another triumphant grunt, he lunged for the lynx, pulling the weight of his body into the force of the motion. The momentum this provided was enough to send him barreling forward, more in the intent of a tackle than a serious rake of any kind. He had, after all, noticed that the she had softened a little in the more recent of her attacks. Perhaps he could recipricate, albeit in miniscule proportions.