furry violence

Vanta, still reeling from the near-miss of the bear's swat, watched as the strange two-headed wolf leaped into action. They moved with a desperate courage, seizing the opportunity she had created. The sight of their synchronized attack confused and intrigued her further, but there was little time to dwell on it while in the throes of battle.

The bear, now bellowing in pain and fury from the wounds on both sides, had become a wild maelstrom of claws and teeth. It was time to press the advantage. She circled swiftly, seeking another opening as the strangers tore from the bear yet another strip of flesh.

With the bear’s attention divided, she darted in again. This time Vanta aimed for the bear's hind leg, her crystalline fangs bared and ready to cripple. Biting down hard, she felt the bear’s leg gave way beneath the power of her jaws - the snap of tendon following soon after. She pulled back immediately (not wishing to be fallen upon) her crystalline gaze flicking back and forth between the bear and the two-headed wolf. They would need to end this soon, before desperation and adrenaline brought the predator to forget it's pain and begin inflicting some of it's own.

"Speech"