Cadaver had been traversing the sandy terrain near the Sand River, his usual solitary exploration interrupted by the distant sounds of a struggle. Ears perked, he quickened his pace, his lean frame blending into the desert hues as he approached the commotion. As he neared, the scene unfolded before him—a giraffe, towering and agitated, lashing out at two wolves, with that familiar larger brute entering the fray.
Without hesitation, Cadaver sprang into action, his instincts driving him to aid. He bounded towards the scuffle, his focus laser-sharp on the giraffe's movements. Seeing Bowen and Barghest engaging the giraffe, he calculated his approach, aiming to support their efforts. With a powerful leap, Cadaver aimed for the leg opposite of the one Rhazien had started at- that seemed to be the popular move. How else do you fight something so leggy but bite its legs? Aiming to distract and disorient the creature, giving the girls an advantage. As he landed, he let out a deep, rumbling growl, hoping to further distort the giraffe's attention.
