Fox's Glade boniface

Under the tang of foxscent, it was no wonder the three did not detect the larger predator lurking in the area. Not, at least, until it was barreling toward them, mowing down dense underbrush in its wake. Dutch swung toward the new threat and swore as he realized what it was:

A grizzly bear.

A mother, with cubs.

Dutch didn't bother shouting instruction this time, although a wordless bellow still twisted through the cacophony. He dove into the fray with the intent of knocking Chakliux loose from his prey — and then dragging him along by the scruff for a few stumbling steps just to get him moving. It was not quite quick enough to escape the powerful sweep of the mother's large paw. Blood welled from sizeable scores left by the grizzly's long, wicked claws.

The panther didn't notice. The blow had knocked all air and sense out of him, and as he scrambled back to his paws, he was more concerned with seeing Chakliux unharmed than taking stock of his own wounds.