outside of bounds

The male had withdrawn after ripping into the walrus' tail. It bellowed in pain and rage as three others appeared. Two wolves he didn't recognize, but Wren he did know, and the albino girl he had seen in passing in pack lands at least. Gaze darted to each wolf for a brief moment, noting their positions and as Makara came around to his side, he stepped back to allow her room to get onto its back. Drawing a breath or two as the adrenaline raced through him, Grimoire opted to head around to the front to try and keep the beasts tusks there (hopefully) and to keep the others from getting injured with them (again, hopefully).

The earthen Ancora lowered his head, horns at the read as he dashed in, aiming to make a cut on the Walrus' chest. One of his horns met blubber and fat, but he had the satisfaction of making a good slice and causing the beast to bleed. It flailed its head as it tried to buck the wolf on its back, beady black eyes unsure who to go for but in the end, Grimoire challenged it. The pair sparred, tusks vs horns and Grimoire danced back and forth in an effort to keep its focus as best he could as he clashed his horns with the beast.