Drop Bear Attack

She'd barely stepped away from the tree when the attack came. A roar sounded and she could feel the wind ruffle her fur as something big and heavy dropped down beside her. Being on her bad side, she couldn't see what that something was. It didn't matter. Action needed to be taken.

Instantly dropping the weird fungi from her maw, Resin spun. Jaws wide and a guttural snarl escaping through those jaws the scarred woman leaped towards the threat rather than away. Anything foolish enough to attack her would die. Her big body slammed hard into another furry mass and her teeth were just about to sink home when she realized who had attacked her.

Wings. Teal stripes, big, wide eyes. "Mortis Fatalis," she snarled, standing over his prone form. "I could have killed you." Her coat was bristled, her hackles raised. Had he pulled his prank from the other side, it may have been a different outcome. Since she couldn't see who had dropped behind her and had assumed an actual attack, she was ready to kill.

The woman stepped away, inhaling deeply and trying to compose herself. She could have seriously hurt him. To Mort, everything was a game. His game almost backfired this time.