Weatherbird

You let out a yowl of alarm as a shape, larger then yourself, barrelled into your side.
You reached out, claws extending as they wrapped around the body's shoulders.
Claws dug into your sides, holding you down as way-too-large fangs dug into where your ribcage ended, and you let out a gasp, mane rustling at the pain that exploded through your chest.
You swung a paw, feeling it hit something soft, and then something sticky coat your claws, and you pulled away, dragging yourself to stand as the shape backed away, hissing and growling lowly.
Your eyes took in its form.
It looked of a lion, with large fangs that curled slightly inward and towards their chin, although it passed it when it closed their- well, his, if the mane has anything to say about it, mouth.
Paws thudded on the ground, and you turned to face it.
Sunfeather was there, panting with a scratch just under her eye, although it glowed gently.
"What's happening here!" She ordered, head raising as if she was sizing up the lion- well, a ferus, if their shape has anything to say about it- who was larger then her, almost double her size.
The male growled.
"He was trespassing on my territory, my lady." He dipped his head, although it seemed forced.
The leopon's ears pinned back, and she let out a feral snarl as her tail lashed. "Then why did you attack him! I told you strictly to chase them off, not cause such a-" she paused to glance at your new injury, placed just at your ribcage, and hissed again, "-large mark!"
She was admittedly scary when she was angry, you realised.
You coughed.
In a heartbeat, Sunfeather was at your side, ushering you to lean onto her.
The primal spirit that always followed her slid out, glaring at the ferus. A whisper followed out shortly after.
"My name is Weatherbird." The lion grumbled. "Sorry, I guess." He turned, walking off.