Bitch Tried To Kick Me

The giraffe was pretty confused now. One wolf had turned into four. As Bowen bit down on one leg, more bites were distributed by mouths of those that she knew. Knowing that those around her had her back, Bowen felt more confident. She released her hold on the giraffe's leg and skittered away, emerald eyes searching for something... something... there!

Quickly, Bowen ran towards a fallen tree, running up it with agile little steps. Once at the top, she leaped, landing on the sloped back of the giraffe. Teeth bit into its long neck as the rust and snow fae stood on its back. She wouldn't be able to keep the hold for long, but she could keep it for now.

"Bowen"