Moosepelt was still out cold.
Dustfur saw Lionpaw facing the dog alone. Before rushing in to help him, she took some time to think logically, as she always did. Lionpaw and the dog were fighting near the edge of camp, and the canopy of some trees were hanging overhead. Quickly, she weaved her way up the tree and scurried out onto a low hanging branch. Waiting for just the right moment, she dropped from the branch onto the dog's back, sinking her claws into the beast's ribs. The dog yowled and tried to throw her off, but Dustfur clung on. Finally, the dog rolled over onto his back, crushing Dustfur's hind leg, but exposing the dog's soft belly. "Get him, now!" Hissed Dustfur to Lionpaw, trying to pull her leg from under the dog.