northern attitude

She watched with (im)patience as the others wore it down. She so badly wanted to rush in and help with all of the dirty work, but she knew well enough that she had to be careful, especially since she was so far along in her pregnancy these days. Ugh. What fun suckers! She couldn't wait till they popped out so she could resume her dirty deeds again! Ears flicked at the Avalon wolf's words, wise idea, of course. Though it would be her companions and the other wolves doing that bit for now.

As the party wore it down, the beast bellowed, kicked, and seemed to try and fend off the attackers, but with the way it was acting so strangely, she couldn't be sure. With Umbra tearing away at its back, her shadow cat lunged for a careful bite at the back of the neck, her weight pressing down on the beasts head in an effort to slow it and tire it out further. Medusa would take that opportunity. She hurried closer, rushing in once she was within a few feet and practically threw herself at the ox's neck, sharpened claws clinging to the underside of its jaw while her teeth sunk into its neck, blood gushing from the artery as it spilled all over her. She had no doubt the beast would fall within mere minutes, if not seconds.

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