Lefty had taken it upon herself to explore; the blue-toned wolf went further out this time in an attempt to discover what lay down, beyond the Bifrost. Her companions stuck by her side as she thundered forth. Auster, up until minutes ago, had been bright and pristine, but here there is a storm; here, the hail drives down upon her and makes Lefty jerk her head from one side to the other. Ow-ow-ow. That doesn't feel good.
It was chance--
The purest happenstance --
that brought her upon the sounds of combat. Kicking off the ground, Lefty jerked her head to send Storm-Eye up ahead, because the bird was faster and the bird meant that they could get a good moment of positional awareness.
They'd not expected the bear. They'd heard the sounds of battle, and braved the hail, but this was going to be rough. Luckily, Storm-Eye returned, reporting that there was a bear, but also a woman fighting said bear. Lefty's tail raised and they charged forward, March alongside them. The wolverine snapped her teeth, and Lefty wagged her tail, because that was a good sign at least. When Lefty sighted the bear, the woman, they called out to her in a sudden yelp: "Hold! I'm on my way!" Her jaws parted. Lefty huffed a breath. Closer, closer, closer.
She sent Storm-Eye ahead. The falconet dove for the bear's eyes, striking out with tiny claws and that little, evil beak. March circled 'round behind the bear and bit at its tail, its rear; Lefty herself joined the head-on charge. That massive claw struck at them, but Lefty managed to avoid the swipe before lunging to grasp at the bear's forelimb, sinking fangs in deep, blood seeping into their mouth. With the new arrival, the combat potential became less ... one-sided. Lefty released their grip and lunged back, their companions scattering as well. Blood clung to their jaw, their lips, and they panted once, heavy, strong. This, they knew, would be a good fight-- the hail was rough, threatening to cut skin with its larger strikes. The bear, too, was rough. But they could handle this.
"Speech"
