Sound the Bugles

Talk about the right place at the right time. Bowen had just been traipsing through the ridge when the loud trumpet of an elephant met her ears. As she looked towards the sound, she noted a wolf frozen in place, its eyes wide as it stared at the pachyderm. The boy was at risk of getting crushed and she knew that she had to act.

Bowen flew forward, her lithe frame cutting easily across the bare landscape. Hind legs pushed hard and she leaped up into the air, tiny, sharp teeth latching onto the elephants tail. The bite caused a pained sound to erupt from the elephant and its focus was soon off of the frozen wolf. Instead, it spun, flinging the caramel and cream fae away from it and into one of the many big skulls littering the area. The air was knocked from the woman and she wheezed, trying hard to fill her lungs again before the elephant was upon her.

"Bowen"