That's A Lot Of Bull...

The wolves gave their input and Bowen couldn't help but feel that they were drastically unprepared. Surely there had been spears and other items in the armory. Or they could have dug a pit and run the elephant into it in the hopes of snapping a leg. Rudy said that there were metal trip wires, but the trees would have to be a mile wide to hold. Having been on a ship, Bowen had been to many different places. She had seen elephants tear trees right out of the ground with trunk and tusk. Anxiety flared through the small woman and russet ears tucked backwards as the group began to file out.

Bowen could barely watch as Fern approached the bull and the little stoat began to climb. Only when the call was given did she try to push her anxiety away and focus. With a deep breath, the small, slender fae launched herself from the trees and made a beeline towards the pachyderm. The copper and cream fae was like a beacon in mist of the wood and the elephant noticed. It released a trumpeting roar and charged Bowen as she charged it. The lithe woman cut to the side easily, running circles around the beast which followed her in a spin. Bowen began to run towards the area where the triplines waited and the elephant followed. She was careful to not move too fast. Just staying out of reach as the beast charged and kicked earth at her. Bowen snapped her jaws, snarling and making a ruckus. It kept the elephants attention on her and its trajectory set towards the trap.

"Bowen"