There's a lot Bobo has taken on over the years, but angry a wildcat of that size is nothing he's ever wanted to do. Predators recognize one another, and they recognize their limits. At least when it comes up against one another.

Something about this place has drawn up a lot of the man he had once been, and that man would do what he could for others. It was becoming a balance, and that balance included taking this chance against a large cat for the sake of a stranger.

Dipping down and picking up the axe, he waves for her to keep going, even as he starts back up, step by step. Not running, keeping himself angled there between her and the cat in case he has to take a swing.

Each step though, he's hurrying, rushing along, hoping that maybe, if they're quick enough, they might get back to the village without it coming for them... and anyone else in the village.