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She began to wonder many things as the cat advanced. Mostly, they were about death, or whatever came after it. What would her friends and the pack think when she found her body, and that was considering if it was still in one piece. What would Macbeth and Antebellum do without her. She could not imagine life without them, and she knew they must have felt the same. Right? Would she be remembered after death, like Adelle's grandfather? Or would she be forgotten like some lost memory? All sorts of thoughts of her demise rushed through her head, and rubbed her face with a bloodied hand. She did not want to die like this. She wanted a honorable end, but the cat knew no such idea.
A huge, black-coated figure leaped out in front of her, and thought for a moment it was Death itself coming to lead her to whatever was left for her. But, when she looked closer, drops of pure sunlight, one centered in a golden splash, could be seen on the dark pelt. Though she opened her mouth, she could not call out Jazper's name, her voice lost somewhere in her throat. His large frame that was his hafling both amazed and frightened her; even on two legs, the male's size was nearly to her chest, and while highly impressed, it was intimidating. If the cat feared him, it did a pretty good job of hiding it as it hissed and growled right back at the wolf with a maw-full of teeth flashing back at it.
It seemed that Knight was distracted for a moment, and while she tried to yell something to warn him, the beast was too fast for her tongue as it leapt at the Sole. A yowling and snarling ball of enegry, Jazper managed to get themselves against a tree, but he was still getting ranked with the thing's terrible claws. She had been following the two closely, though just far away not to get hit by a flailing paw, but now with the man trapped, she did not wait to decide if he truly needed help or not. She came from behind them and roughly grabbed the cat around its stomach, and heaved.
While Alyssum was not as strong as a man, she was pretty tough for a woman. She managed to tear the cat off of his back, and hoped she did not do much damage by doing so. But, she could not focus long on if Jazper was okay. The cat began to flail violently in her hold, and when it threw back its head, landed a good blow on her face, she released it and quickly backed away, shaking her head and rubbing the spot where it attacked her.
The creature was soon on its paws again, and fierce yellow eyes on the woman. She stared right back, hands ready to tackle it again, even if her body protested; she was getting tired, and her arm was soaked with red. Though she did not dare look directly at the man, scared to see what the cat had done to his back.
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