Jana plunged through the bushes into a small clearing. Two tusk cats were fighting over a piece of meat there.
"Not Beryl," Jana observed quietly. The cats stopped and stared at her and she backed away slightly. "Definitely not Beryl."
She was glad for her weapons. She didn't wait for the cats to attack. With her blaster, she shot and injured one. The other lunged and Jana barely managed to get her knife out before it was on top of her. With a loud yell, she drove the knife through the cat's throat. It struggled for a moment before collapsing and rolling off.
Jana lay there for a moment, asessing her condition. Her sleeves and pant legs were a bit torn, but she decided she was fine other than the scrape on her left arm. She ripped some of her shirt and wrapped the injury. She'd deal with it later.
The injured cat was nowhere in sight, so Jana gathered her weapons and went on.