I told you so!

Briar could hear her own heart beat in her ears as they stood perfectly still waiting for something to happen as the already eerie forest took on a far more sinister feeling. Her eyes continued to carefully scan the trees around them, remaining on high alert as long as Artorias did as well. She gave him a quick glance as he reached for his sword before she went back to watching the trees, waiting for any kind of sound, any kind of movement. All of her muscles were coiled and ready to either spring into action or make a run for it, whichever turned out to be the better option. Artorias' threatening growl caused a deeper, more concerning echo from somewhere in the forest, making Briar's ears flick uncertainly. It did give her searching gaze something to lock on to though as she stared in the direction of the sound.

Art growled again and instead of another answering growl they were greeted with the sound of the crunching and snapping of forest brush. As soon as the massive wolf stepped into view, a chill ran over her. She was immediately taken back to the night that a whole pack of these murderous wolves attacked the Armada and reminded of the story that Artorias had told her when he found her on her first trip down here. The dire wolf's greeting to the friend at her side made her give Artorias a quick glance before she fixed her gaze on its one eyed face once more. Meet again? This was the same brute that Blue Boy had fought before? It made her wonder if Artorias was the reason it was missing an eye, but now was certainly not the time to ask.

She frowned when Artorias when to block her off more from the dire wolf in front of them, telling her to back away slowly. "Not without you," she whispered back to him with a furrow in her brow, nudging his shoulder with her own as she settled into her defenses with head low and fur bristling. He wasn't the only one that had fought one of these beasts before. "The forest is thick, we might be able to lose him," she whispered quickly, trying to think of a plan. "Or one of us loop around and get on his blind side."

WC: 1648/1500

"Briar" | "Marigold"