Come Over Red Rover

She was a different creature in battle. A sylph, a nymph. Her mane helped to break up her frame, to muddle up the location of her actual spine and neck as she moved. She was smooth and economical in her movements, and efficiently deadly. As the bear went tumbling, she dove in and sank her fangs into the bear’s rump, wrenching free of the flesh as the bear struggled to its feet again with a fresh bellow.

She nodded at Red’s suggestion and danced away to open the wall to the bear’s near-sighted eyes. It worked… mostly. The bear had-had enough. Its ego was thoroughly downtrodden. It hurt, and the sheep that it had come for had finally scattered to the four winds of the Plains.

Add two harrying wolves with fangs way longer than wolves ought to have, and it was ready to throw in the towel. However, it didn’t go through a passage. Instead, it was in such a snark it bulled right through the wall – a weak point in the wall that was in need of repair anyway, but still… - barreling heavily with great limping strides until it was out of sight.

The Spirit stood in the broken wall, staring after the crashing brush sounds until they’d faded completely before turning To red and examining him. She hadn’t seen him take any swipes, but still, “Are you alright?”

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think