Don't even have to leave home for this one.

Sloan was minding her business when the call rang out. Was this man always in trouble? Her mind sends her eyes rolling, a huff of foggy breath pluming from her nostrils. No better chance at proving herself than tangoing once more with an apex predator. Maybe if she got her blood pumping, she’d be in a better mood. That much was debatable. 

Making her way down the valley, running fast, and she’s bear bound, Sloan makes good time. Though both Aresenn and Riot are already attacking the behemoth, there’s still room for her to snag a piece as well. Her signature snarky smile falls in place over ivory striked lips as she rushes forward. 

Zipping around the bear, Sloan heads for the heel that Riot hasn’t snagged yet. Teeth sink into tendon, blood spraying from severed arteries. Ah yes, the warm coppery fluid spreading over her tongue was already making her feel better.