come a little closer

There was no need to tell her twice!

Wren gave a pained snarl when the lad entered the fray too. He didn't need to. He could have run off with the meat while the cougar battered her around. The fact he stayed and stuck meant something. She just didn't know what. It was probably a bad idea to think too long on ulterior motives when she was fighting. Flights of fancy in her mind were a thing.

"Piss off!" she snapped at the lion when Basilisk grabbed it, pulling it off her back legs. She used them to kick the stomach of the beast. It yowled in fury and pain but refused to give up so easily. That would be something, wouldn't it? Nothing ever went her way. Wren growled as the cat clung to her rear but one final kick dislodged it.

She was quick, even if she was in pain. The young woman dove at its belly, chomping down on a particularly weak spot of flesh. The cougar gave another cry but was more or less locked with Basilisk's hold on it. It couldn't move its paws very well, and the neck was too short. It began to fade, at least the courage did. Now it was more or less held there by the lad.

Wren's muzzle was stained with cougar blood. Yuck. She viciously tore at anything she could get, ripping and biting. Her head flailed wildly to the side and back. She was pissed off. Almost in a good mood and it was ruined. The thrill of the hunt made her weary after; she was ruining on fumes.

"Speech"
WC: 272
Total WC: 2137