outside of bounds

Just when she was absolutely positive that she was a goner - really truly, dead and gone, lost beneath the ice until maybe someone found her rotting in the late summer - a whole TEAM poured out from out of the snow drifts. Makara was panting heavily, all of the adrenaline going immediately to her head. She felt like she was going to explode. Maybe her heart was going to beat so fast she'd die anyway. Stealing a few gasps, the young girl stumbled back from the walrus as the other three quickly got to work. They moved surprisingly well for a group that didn't seem to have any relationship with each other, from what could she could tell. Not that she had that much experience fighting HUGE, SCREAMING, TOOTHY BLOBS.

Scuttling back to get her bearings, Makara craned her head from side to side. As more wolves joined the fray, the more difficult it looked to angle in and be part of the fight. Once she saw the tail clear for a moment, she dashed forward and clambered up the back of the animal. "GOTCHA, SUCKER!" she shrieked, hanging on for dear life as the beast rolled beneath her. Luckily, she'd left her booties at home. Mak dug in her claws and ducked down, biting desperately at the thing's neck - mostly to hang on - as it flopped and bucked on the ground. Her eyes strained towards the wound that was already afflicted and she inched closer, closer - maybe if she could get her teeth down into whatever had already cut him, she'd be able to find a way through the blubber and do some real damage.