What between the blow of the cougar and the force of the fall, the big-horn was dead.
Two Arrows wiped the blood of the cougar from the blade of his lance.
But now the hounds were too quick, and in a trice they had the cougar surrounded.
No cougar stalking its prey could have been more lithely wary.
Perhaps the coyotes were over there; or could it be a cougar or a bear?