Anna jumps, startled, when Arkain takes her paw. "It's Sar. He is in trouble in the park. Not too sure what is going on, but he needs help. Tamara and Charles have gone to the park, following a cat who spotted him." Then she sits down and takes a deep breathe, trying to calm herself as she can feel her baby kicking, having felt it's mother's nervousness.<br/><br/>Tamara did spotted the movements of the cat, but she didn't gave out any signs that she saw her, not wanting to give her away before she springs and surprises them. She growls some more and makes a couple steps toward the group of thugs, quite wary of their knives, and of the possible arrival of more of them. She looks at the female wolf, her emerald eyes plunging right into the wolfess eyes, carrying all the hatred she feels at the moment toward them, all the primal rage she can muster, that comes from eons old instinct of protecting one's mate.<br/><br/>"Do anything to him, and I swear to whatever deities there is out there that I will make such a mess out of your bodies that no one will ever be able to identify you, or even find all your bits." Her voice is deadly cold, her words underlined by a low menacing growl. Ger claws are still out, and she makes one more step toward the wolfess, almost as if daring her to go on and do what she threatened to do.<br/><br/>The female wolf hesitates a little, and glances at her friends. That's the moment Tamara chooses to attack. She leaps and swipes, aiming for the paw holding the knife over Sar's throat. Her claws nearly cuts a couple of wolf fingers off, and the knife drops on the ground, thus freeing Sar.