For You Are Tasty, And Good With Ketchup

Gossamer held on tight and thrashed her head while her companion and sister shredded the bear where they could. The larger predators were unsurprisingly the focus of the bear. Gossamer went mostly unnoticed to the great detriment of the bear. It hadn't been planned, more a twist of fate that when Aslatiel jerked the bear's paw off the ground Gossamer threw her whole body weight to the side and her fangs severed the creature's achilles tendon. The hind leg immediately buckled and between their efforts fell forward onto its stomach with a groan of pain.

Gossamer was about to cheer when Ásta bounded off the bear's back as Aslatiel took her place. "For spirts sake, Gossamer! This is no time for bravado. Get moving!!" What was the girl thinking? The fox didn't understand wolves but perhaps that was because she was a fox. A fox could be prey, even if she was twice the size of her kind. Ásta turned and bit violently onto the bear's behind. It suddenly surged forward as if to run, limping and stumbling as it did so. The fox was done with this mess. "I'm getting her out of here!" She called to the clawed wolf as she darted forward and grabbed Gossamer's scruff. "Hey!" Ásta didn't listen, she made a beeline toward the heart of Armada territory with the pup swinging from her jaws.

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