Focus rigid on the feline before him, the flash of red fur caught his attention, only fleetingly, and then his attention moved back to the large cat. She caught him, just slightly, adding a few more scars onto his already tattered flesh. A growl rippled through his chest, bubbling up like acid, just about to spill over. When he saw the sight of blood trailing down her face when his teeth tore into her ear, he grinned, a pure greed-ridden sight as he began to follow her every movement, his legs moving easily. She launched, and he moved, his legs shifting his large frame, her claws missing his back, landing her on his shoulder.

A howl released as her razor sharp talons dug into his shoulder, he twisted his large face, jaws releasing, large canines heading to sink into the fleshy shoulder of the feline as he moved his body to get her nails out of his hide. He felt a growl release, aimed in the direction of the red wolf. If she was here, the least she could do was to help him with this damned cat. He felt the blood running down his shoulder, pooling into the already muck of ground, making it slicker. The pain, was barely there now. Adrenaline took over as he moved swiftly. This Feline was merely here to beset things. He was not afraid of it, or afraid of the pain, the scars. They were something he’d grown used to over the years. And now, he’d deal with taking this cat down, whether to kill it, or just injure it enough to where it’d scamper off like a house cat, he did not care anymore. IT was a pain in the arse to deal with and he was done.

This would add to his charm, he supposed. The new scars. He wanted to howl out at the cat, wondering if that would scare her enough to make her leave. But he knew better than that. It would attract more attention than good. He hoped the on looker would help in this assault some time soon. His focus on his last attack had been to merely distract the cat long enough to get the claws to get out of his hide, and to distract her enough to give the other time to do something, for god.