Walking Tall

It was hard not to feel a little like ants, harrowing a giant. Was their attacks doing enough damage to bring it down? Her hunting companions had some nifty claw covers, and was doing a decent amount of damage to the knee. Inspired, Ara raced back in and put her weight in her back paws, briefly resting her forepaws against the giraffe's giant leg before stabbing her head down, and digging in as deeply as she could right above the knee.

come on, come on she thought as she pushed a little bit further. When she felt the leg starting to rise, she struggled to disengage her antlers in time, and rushed to put some space between them.


"Naráca Mendacium"