I'm a damsel, I'm in distress, I can handle this. Have a nice day.

Fuji couldn't believe her luck. First, she'd been set upon by a pack of feral, angry coyotes and only found herself escaping by the skin of her teeth thanks to the intervention of a stranger, and now here she was, backing up, sword bared, lips pulled back in a snarl and ears lying flat against her skull and for what? A fucking badger? Was the whole world out to get her? Really?

Her mind scanned back to see if she could detect even the slightest hint of what might have upset the crochety old onionstacker. She hadn't upset his set, she'd just stopped to gather some fucking berries to add to a tea blend when she got back home when snuffling and snarling the thing had burst out of the underbrush. How damn rude could you get? And now thanks to her demure size, another fucking giant was coming to her rescue. no offence to the kid, she was sure she was lovely, but damn why was it always someone bigger than her?

When the other wolf started to throw rocks, the beady eyed git seemed to lose his focus on her for just a moment and she took the opportunity to drop her head and dig her heels in. Making the most of the horns that curled either side of her head, she rammed the badger in the shoulder and gave herself enough of an opening to get out of the tight corner she had been backed into, and now she could turn the tables.

Smoothly she pivoted, and lifted her sword between her teeth once again, allowing the sunlight to glint of the blade threateningly. She couldn't speak to the stranger thanks to the hilt between her jaws but she hoped the flick of her tail would be enough encouragement to call the other girl to her side. Between the two of them, surely they'd be able to take care of one badger.

“Speech”