We Fight Together

Briar followed Artorias into the gardens, listening as he confirmed the fact about the saber cats attacking the pack, clarifying that they had nearly overwhelmed them with their numbers. She nodded quietly when he insisted that they kill the saber cat when they find it. That was fine by her and she was more than willing to not risk letting that feline get back to the pack at any point. Besides, that was a good pelt for them to harvest as well and she was sure those saber fangs and claws had to be good for something. She might even try to take back some of its sharper teeth to add to the helmet that she was crafting for herself. She couldn't imagine any part of it going to waste either way so killing it felt plenty justified even outside of the fact that it was a danger to his pack mates being this close to The Hallow's borders.

She stopped dead in her tracks when he recoiled back after peeking around a corner, the saber cat obviously just out of her range of sight around the corner of this row of bushes. She hung back, giving him her attention as they moved a few paces back and he asked how she wanted to handle this. She smirked a little as he gave her the chance to play out her plans this time around since he had ruined them last time. Well, she wasn't going to argue with that. "You go around this bush to the other side and get its attention. I'll sneak up behind it and get on its back like I did with the dire wolf and pull its head back so you can cut its throat with Embershard. Quick and easy." That way they'd avoid all the back and forth and the fighting and it played into both of their strengths. She gave him a quick kiss before sending him off to get into position, creeping up to the edge of the bush again and waiting for Artorias to pull the feline's attention.

Once he had and the cat was turned away from her she sprung into action, quickly and quietly rushing forward and making a graceful leap onto its back. Her claws hooked solidly into its back and scruff. The saber cat immediately began to trash and struggle, but she didn't let go. Instead she gripped harder until she managed to get her teeth deep into the base of its neck right behind its skull and the claws of her forepaws into its cheeks. She yanked its head back so that the sabers were well out of the way of blocking the path of Artorias' sword - making sure her own limbs and body were well out of swinging distance as well.

"Briar" | "Marigold"