furry violence

The bear, now severely weakened from its injuries and the relentless assault, was beginning to stagger, its roars dimming into low, pained groans. In it's weakness, Vanta saw the opening for a final, merciful strike.

With a calculated charge, she aimed for the bear’s vulnerable neck, the place she knew the blood pumped close to the surface, her crystalline fangs bared and ready.

Pushing off with her hind limbs, she gave one last powerful leap and clamped onto the bear, her sabers sinking deep. The bear's thick fur was no match for the precision and depth of the crystal-mutated dire. She twisted her head, using the leverage of her fangs to tear through the sinew and bone.

A shudder ran through the bear's massive frame, it’s roar turning into a gurgle. Suddenly, the full weight of it collapsed onto the forest floor, the life fading from its eyes. It was over.

Vanta stepped back, her chest heaving with exertion, blood staining her icy fangs. She gave herself a moment to recover, blowing out an exhausted exhale before turned to the two-headed wolf. "Are you two okay?" She asked, gaze falling upon the gash on the stranger's flank. Her stance softened, adrenaline fading, the instinct to tend to the injured replacing all remnants of her fury. With a hesitant step forward, she awaited the strange wolf(s?) response.



"Speech"