Pursue knowledge, not me.

He could feel the tensions rise as he walked, obvious he was on to them. Suddenly a shadow burst forth and Eltrys dropped his kill with a snarl and launched himself as his assailant. Another appeared to his left, intent on ganging up on him.

Then through the din of snarls, a beacon of hope rings loud and clear. A woman on a hill with the pronged antlers of a stag calls out in his defense. The scene stuns his attackers and Eltrys uses the opportunity to launch himself at one of the slavers intending to capture him.

His wide jaw is open and menacing as he grabs their cheek ruff and thrashes his head about, pulling the fur and some muscle away from the bone. The slaver screams in agony suddenly pushing away and trying to make him release his hold. His second attacker rounds on the woman who wishes to intervene, while a third launches from the bushes to take Eltrys by the scruff, intending to pull him off their companion. Eltrys holds his grip on the flesh of the first and uses his forelegs to push the body away and he uses his maw to pull. His mouth is filled with fur as the first attacker is left with a bald spot on their cheek, and a growing bruise over their face.

He rounds on his next attacker, holding his scruff but feels himself trapped. He tries to spin and trip, but this slaver is moving with him. He snarls in pain as the slaver attempts to push him down to force their dominance. Eltrys then rolls over the ground, making his assailant release their hold finally. He snarls and launches himself at them. He hoped his rescuer was faring well, he didn't know how many there were intending to capture him.



"Speech!"