Word Count → 582 :: Yay! Heh, cougar dinner then?
Willam hadn't any real experience with feline predators. She had always kept her distance. but then again she wasn't used to fighting at all. All of her killing her always been for food and had been done as swiftly as possible. As well the only life or death situation she had faced was when la Chemin had been set ablaze but she had ran from that. There had simply never been a time that she actually had to defend herself. Even now Max was doing the fighting for her. But this time she couldn't run off. She couldn't leave a fellow pack member to fight for her. If something happened to him she didn't think that she would be able to live with the guilt that she would feel.
She didn't know what to do and so she hesitated. She had her weapons in the pack on the equine's back but she didn't trust her aim. She didn't want to hit Max by mistake. Not to mention that she didn't want Châtiment to follow after her either. She didn't want the horse to be harmed either. She should get someone else who would actually be an asset in this situation but there was no time for that either. Willam felt torn but there was only one thing that she knew she would have to do.
Drawing in a deep breath she made the shift into her secui form, removing the cilice beforehand. It was rarely used and she hoped that after this she wouldn't have to use it again. She closed her eyes to steady the anxiety that she felt before plunging ahead to hopefully provide some sort of aid to Max. Since she was on four legs the stallion hung back as she charged forwards. But when she got there she didn't know what to do. She ended up watching Max for a moment before trying to imitate him.
She growled and took to the other side of the feline, not wanting to get into Max's way. She leapt fowards and tried to take a bite out of the cougar's side, trying to tear into the flesh over its ribs before backing off again only to repeat the process over again. She had no doubt that her inexperience shown through but she didn't care about that now. All she wanted was to keep the feline distracted so that Max wouldn't be injured any further. She was prepared to sacrifice her own life if it meant that Max would be safe at the end of this ordeal.
The cougar hissed, fighting wildly. Willam wasn't safe from the flying claws and would no doubt end up with her own set of scars, not that she didn't already have some from her own practices. The feline's survival instincts kicked in and when it got the opening it fled, running for its life. Willam spared only a single glance to Max before taking off after it. While Willam wasn't a fighter she did at least know that threats had to be eliminated and well, the cougar was clearly a threat. She had never exactly been good at the chase part but still she was treating it as a hunt now. She was confident in her hunting skills. All she had to do was to overtake it and fix her jaws around its throat and not let go until either the fight left the cougar's body or else Willam had succeeded in ripping its throat out.
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