She heard something in the tree line, which snapped her awake. She raised her head immediately and pricked her ears forward. Saint flared her nostrils as she looked for the source of the noise. She couldn't see anything, so it might have just been a squirrel or a rabbit.

Lion's head snapped up, his ears pinned and he bared his teeth. Any other horse would have been traumatized, thinking every sound was another cougar but noooo. Lion was ready to fight... again. He stalked toward's the woods, trying to see what made the noise

Saint snorted at her own panic when she noticed it was merely a squirrel. "False alarm" She said and she let herself relax.

Lion was ready to attack... but even he had to admit he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw it was only a squrriel. Then that squirrel disappeared... into the jaws of a wolf. Lion jumped backwards, feeling angry. He was sick of trying to die! He felt the anger build up inside of him. Three big wolves skunk out of the bushes, snarling. They all launched at the injured stallion at once. In one big wave of Fury, Lion let all of it loose. He reared with anger, body slamming one wolf then whirling and smashing another's head in. The third ran away from pure terror, the second was dead, and the first had a broken spine and was no where paralyzed. To put it out of its misery Lion smashed down atop it, his sides heaving. The whole, short battle Lion hadn't even got a scratch. He had to admit... it felt good to let his anger loose on something he was allowed to let his anger loose on. He looked at Saint, who looked utterly astonished. "See? I'm fine." He growled, stalking off towards some tall grass

Saint sighed and worked on moving the bodies. She didn't want any other predators or carrion eaters following the scent. She grabbed ahold the leg of one of the wolves and drug it a ways away from the clearing.

Lion grumpily stood in the field, not feeling any better. He was 99 percent sure Saint was mad again, even thought he didn't hurt himself. He rolled in the grass, his wounds sealed enough not to break open

She got the last one moved and she heaved a sigh. She could only hope the pack didn't come after them because of this. While Lion has proven himself capable of handling three, large adult wolves, it's a completely different story when an entire pack of large adults attack. Even with herself helping, she and Lion would be completely overpowered. Saint folded her ears with worry as she trotted back to the clearing.

Lion sniffed the air. "Saint...?" He ventured warily towards her. "That WAS the Pack. There are no other wolves. It's one of those weird packs where there's only two or three wolves. There's no more." He said this, knowing it was true because of at least four times he encountered these wolves and drove them away, but didn't kill them. He didn't kill them because he had no one to protect but himself, and he didn't kill if he didn't need too. Also, he knew there weren't any more wolves because if there were, those wolves would have brought the whole pack after the first or second time.

"There's always one or two wolves left at a den protecting the pups" She replied. She looked him in the eyes before she walked back him and over to the water.

He didn't bother telling her that if there WERE pups, the one wolf wouldn't leave them, and couldn't care for them on their own so they would starve and die. The one wolf alone would be no problem for him. He snorted, walking over to the water and taking a drink