Nothing Ventured, Nothing Gained

Corbie stiffened in shock as a giant, magma-dripping worm creature reared its way up. What on earth was that? She'd never seen anything like it. The sight put her hackles - hell, all the fur along her neck and spine - on end and a snarl bubbled up. She hesitated for one long moment, considering what to do. Ordinarily she'd have taken nearly any way but a fight if she could help it, but it was her guide's reaction that decided her, his own stiff-legged stance and fearful snarl from the experienced dog-like creature told her that this worm was dangerous, potentially even deadly. It did not seem like a reasoning creature, and neither she nor the guide could retreat quickly enough in this terrain, terrain which seemed not to bother the worm at all. So, the only option she could see was... attack.

With a faintly desperate snarl, she leaped forward with slashing fangs.