to the depths

She's not alone for much longer, though Hen can't be sure at first if it's another attacker or someone come to her aid. She bristled, forced her legs beneath her. Forced herself upright, with a snap and a snarl. Her teeth gleaming in the afternoon sunlight, flashing as she sinks them into the closest coyote. A snarl and a snap, just as she hears one of the beasts hit the water. Staggering backwards and to the beach, scrambling to stay upright-- there.

Henbane found her footing, scaffolding herself onto the coyote and then sundering the creature beneath her weight. Snarling. There's something extra savage about her in moments like this, gore coating her face and chest. Though she stumbles, she's doing her absolute damndest here. Panting, lunging, it's not pretty and she's limping but it doesn't matter.

Snapping the leg in her mouth, Hen is still trying to kill the beast that besieged her. How fucken dare they, actually. Gaining control of the coyote, though not without cost. She whimpers as she feels teeth sink into her cheek, but she's undeterred. Teeth sinking into the bastard's throat, grumbling as she throws it to the ground as well. No, the man that had joined her didn't seem to mean her harm. Not that she had time to ask questions before being clobbered by the next predator at her shoulder, slamming into the girl full force.

"Speech"