Panting. Heart pounding in her chest. Jael can feel the warmth of blood dripping down the side of her face, can feel it streak down her cheek. Pain dulled for now, though the crushing of bone registers somewhere dully off to the side. Hollow. Bird bones. Talons digging into her hip, Jael gives a yelp, a whimper.
Sharply, she turns. Grabbing the bird at her hip, dislodging the one on her scruff and sending it staggering backwards, at least into some sort of retreat. Her jaws close around the midsection of her target, though retaliatory talons rake across the point of her shoulder.
Whimpering around the raptor, it doesn't matter. Jael doesn't let up. Chomping, fighting to maintain her grip, the girl gets her paws up in front of her. One wing pinned to the ground, the wolfdog finishes the screaming predator off as the final attacker descends for her shoulder once more.
As her keepers, Gilgamesh and Modesty may join any of Jael’s threads if they deem necessary.
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