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Cold grimaced as the bobcat hissed and flashed its ugly, yellow stained teeth. His son stood behind him. Raging Fire quivered next to him and Cold resisted the urge to comfort him. They were backed to a sheer cliff. This was supposed to be a happy day, his son's first hunt. But now it looked like they would both be severely mauled, or worse. All because they'd gotten too close to a bobcat den.
Cold snarled and leaped, straight on the cat's back. It hadn't been expecting that! It let out a fierce yowl of rage and twisted, digging its sharp claws into Cold's hip. He let out a grunt but didn't jump off the animal's thick-furred back. Instead, he sunk his teeth into its ear and it loosed a pained caterwaul.
Suddenly it dragged Cold off its back and swiped his muzzle. Blood dripped from the scratches, trickling into his mouth. It tasted of hot iron and adrenaline. Cold barked shrilly and jumped again but the cat was ready this time and as he sailed over, the thing reared and scored its claws down his belly. Cold yelped in agony as white hot pain shot out from the long tears in his skin. He crumpled to the ground.
As the pulses of pain dimmed, he was horrified to see the bobcat running after his son. It finally caught the little goldish wolf in its powerful paws and flung him against the cliff. Cold felt a heavy weight in his chest when he saw his son didn't move from where he'd fallen.
Cold roared out a challenge and the bobcat turned, its muzzle twisted into a cruel smile. It flung itself at him. Cold ducked and when it was halfway over, launched up, drilling his shoulders into the tender belly of the cat. While it didn't do much damage, the cat still screeched. Cold rolled just as it attempted to slash at him.
Suddenly he saw an opening as a rock slid from under the cat's paw and it stumbled. Cold crashed into the dreadful thing, knocking it on its side. He felt claws hook into his flanks, but felt nothing as his vision was tinted red. He buried his teeth in its neck and he felt the hot scarlet spray his neck and chest. The cat went limp after a few moments of twitching, and its grasping paws fell away. Cold realized he'd killed it. He nuzzled its cheek "I'm sorry for ending you, for you are a predator as well. But you threatened my kin. May your spirit travel quickly." He murmured before turning to his fallen son.
As he turned the limp body over, he saw the faint rise and fall of his son's chest and felt immense relief. He curled around his kin, licking his scratches and gashes. The last thing he felt was the soft fluttering of his fur and his son's breath ruffled it. Slowly, ever so slowly, he fell into a content sleep
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Winter Month: 3 
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