northern attitude

Her ears flicked when she heard the approach and the familiar Insomnian scent of Fic. She turned to her briefly and flashed a grin, tail thumping at the presence of the woman. She hadn't seen her around much, but was glad to see her packmate join them nonetheless. After her, another arrived, this one bearing the scent of another pack she wasn't very familiar with, but she knew Enki had made contact at some point with their pack, and the one the first girl belonged to. They had a decent hunting party now, and as the yearling laid out a plan, Medusa nodded in agreement. The plan sounded solid, probably for the better since she was pretty far along in her pregnancy by now.

With the plan in mind, Medusa stalked closer, body low to the ground as her companions moved forward to help subdue the beast alongside the other wolves. Her shadow cat ran in, a fierce sound slipping from her throat as the cougar leapt atop the ox's back, claws tearing flesh from its back as she clung on while her wolverine aided in attacking the legs. Seymour would distract from the front, harassing the ox's head with his talons and keeping just out of potential striking range as his wings kept him airborne.

"Speech"