He grabbed his attacker's leg and thrashed it, trying his best to inflict as much pain as possible to chase them away. Their yelps were music to his ears as they called for mercy and retreated.
Eltrys spun, ready to meet anyone else head-on. That was when he saw the antlered woman was not faring as well as he had. His breath rolled into a harsh growl as he bounded toward them, his dark paws eating the ground with claws digging into the flesh of the earth. She was now under *his* protection! He launched himself at her attacker attached to her rump. His mouth agape to take them by the throat. He barreled into them, rushing them away from their victim. Their cries of surprise did nothing to dissuade the priest away from him shoving them and holding their neck. They kicked at him and he finally released them with a snarl.
"I don't want to smell hide nor hair of your clan in these lands again." Eltrys rumbled threatening as they scrambled away from them. He watched them disappear into the underbrush for a good moment longer and huffed when he was satisfied that they got the message.
He turned back to the woman, concern easily overtaking his harsh countenance. She didn't look so good.
"Here, let me help you to my pack. We can get those wounds tended to. They'll be very grateful you helped me chase them off. What's your name?" He asked gently, offering his shoulder to help her. He had a mild limp himself and the scruff on the back of his neck would be bruised for a few weeks for sure.
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