yip snarl

It seemed her rescuer would be dressed in purple. She recognised the form of her cousin - Manea’s brother - as he charged at the dogs. His distraction scattered them, and that moment brought her enough time to leap down from the stones and find her paws. Balanced, she leaped forward and grabbed at one of the wild dogs.

It leaped out of her grasp, and felt the movement stir her fur behind her, alerting her to the danger. She turned in time to miss the attack from the dog behind her, as its jaws snapped on empty air. She lowered her head, and skwered its throat on her sharp horns.

As she leavered the dead weight back off her antlers, another dog took the opportunity to dive forward, snapping at her paws. She snarled at it. “persistent buggers. Good timing, cousin!”

"Naráca Mendacium"