We Fight Together

Briar watched Artorias from over the top of the saber cat's head as he made a graceful spin with his sword, the blade slicing easily through the feline's throat and sending a spray of blood out from the wound. As soon as she saw the blood she released her hold on the saber cat's head and leapt down from his back, quickly getting out of the way as it stumbled and collapsed so that she wouldn't be thrown to the ground with it. She gave herself a shake and turned back toward the bloody scene, though her only attention was on Artorias as he stood there with the bloodied sword between his teeth and fiery amber gaze fixed on the saber cat as it faded into death. A grin pulled across her features as she watched him, admiring this handsome, strong wolf that she got to share all this time and affection with. This was how she should feel after a fight with him - proud and happy and on a high of a battle well fought. Not frustrated and angry with him like they had been last time.

She came over to his side once Embershard had been put away, chuckling as he complimented her and their teamwork and asked if there were any trophies she wanted to take home. Briar nuzzled into his neck as she leaned into his side, replying, "You're the only trophy I need," with a laugh, teasingly licking the side of his muzzle. Turning her attention back to the saber cat at their feet she added, "Although, I think this saber cat pelt is too good to go to waste. Plus, I'm sure someone can make use of those teeth." She stepped closer and pulled up the lip of the saber cat so she could see some of its other, smaller teeth as well. "I'll take some of these smaller ones too for the helmet I'm crafting."

"Briar" | "Marigold"