Fetch! Yes, Warlord!

Ignita sheltered under the cart, still holding the knife. Blood mixed with the smell of pine, fern, and wolf. Her breathing was quick but steady and her mind was waiting on pure instinct. She couldn't let them just go at this by themselves! She had a knife! She'll use it!

Her eyes were glued on the action and as the bear reared with both wolves attached to it, she darted out from hiding and slashed the bear's ankles with the knife in her maw. She bounded off the trunk of a tree and slashed at the bears ankles again as she darted by. She dove back under the cart and waited for another opening.

"Speech"