The beating, beating paws

Out of the corner of her eye she could see a larger adult dire heading for her. Ah shit… thankfully the brute was intercepted by her siblings. She desperately wished to help but letting go of the yearling before finishing the job would leave an enemy with the potential to come at them from behind. She couldn't let that happen.

Gossamer held on tightly as the yearling dire thrashed back and forth. She was hanging on by her teeth, jaws locked tight around her target as she half dangled. Each thrash only caused her fangs to increase the damage. Blood rushed from the wound, covering her and spilling out on the snow. There was a strange gurgling, gasping noise as the dire swayed then collapsed down on top of her dead. "Gossy, are you alright?" Ásta released her hold and bounded toward the front of their enemy.

Gossamer squirmed out from under the dire wolf and shook the blood out of her coat. "Yea, I'll live." She turned back to gaze at the dead wolf an unreadable expression flitting across her face. She'd never killed anyone before, well not anything she considered an entity on her level, only prey that she meant to eat. She didn't feel guilty about it. After all, the dire attacked her with the intent to kill and invaded her home. As far as she was concerned he deserved it. However, she didn't feel great. She assumed it would be a thing of pride to slay her first enemy.

Pulling her attention back to the battle she saw the mess of blood staining their lands. Both theirs and the dires. The remaining dires were starting to flee and she bounded over to where Briar, Kotori and Ada were hassling a larger dire. She snarled viciously, trying to help in getting the beast to leave.