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Just when Delphi thought she would be taken, she heard a familiar voice call out. Her eyes widened, watering as they did, as she searched through the darkness. There. Distracted, the stranger's teeth grab ahold of her scruff. They are silent in their movements as they try to carry Delphi away. What was she to do? Even as Strai closed in, he was too young, too small yet. She screams again, hoping someone will come quickly. Twisting back and forth, she is too small and Strai's bites to the wolf's forepaw do little in way of making them relent.

"Just get out of here, Strai!" Delphi screeches before twisting herself around to see Bylgja roll up on them. Truthfully, the sight of the Viking woman screaming bloody murder and attaching herself to the stranger's hindleg was more terrifying than the wrongdoer who had ahold of her. Thanking the gods, Delphi feels a renewed sense of hope. Snapping and writhing around, the attacker released her when the echoing ring of a bone breaking hit their ears. Plopping down onto the ground, she lets out an 'oof' noise as she sinks into the snow. Her ribs hurt. Her whole body hurts.

As she tries to collect herself, she hears the swoop of Ulfr's birds diving for the attacker's face. Seconds later, Ulfr is upon the wolf. Delphi's heart races as she rolls onto her side, resting her cheek in the cold snow. Trying to focus on slowing her breathing, she keeps her eyes closed. Bylgja and Ulfr would easily be able to take the perpetrator down or he would soon go running - or at least trying to run. "Strai," her voice is weak as she lifts a paw. Why did bad things always happen to her?