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Aslatiel · 09-08-2020, 04:07 AM

As she knew he would, Basilisk soon entered the fray. It was his job, after all. He was her guard. Only their separation during hunting had peeled him from her side. As the big lad slammed into the bear, Aslatiel curled around the side, making her way behind the black bear. It swiped at Bas, its attention fully on him. She lunged forward, clamping her jaws around one hind paw and biting hard into the tendon of the bears heel. It roared and tried to spin. It's momentum spun Asla along with it, her paws scraping over the ground as she was pulled in a circle. The action made her jaws hurt, but she couldn't let go. Not just yet.

Claws sank into one haunch, raking downward and leaving yet more bloody rivulets in the black fur. She could feel just how skinny this bear was and hoped that whatever illness it had didn't transfer to wolves. If so, she and Bas were in a world of trouble.

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