The Unraveling - It Burns

The smell of burning fur had Ganymede stopping his attack, anything he had done to the worm seemed not to affect it at all and his jaws almost hurt where they had glanced off the hardened skin of the superheated creature. He could only stand and stare at the amount of damage the beast had inflicted on those around them and in such a short amount of time, the one screaming as they burned before being shoved into pits below as an act of mercy. His head snapped around as he looked for Ultyr, needing to make sure the other was ok before he felt teeth grab his scruff and another haul him backward. The scent in his nose was of smoking fur and thyme, a quick look over told him the worst the other had suffered was some singed whiskers thankfully.

Though he knew who was pulling him along, his paws skidded and scrambled at the rocky ground desperately to get a foothold so he didn't fall when he was let go of. His eyes still sought out the beast below to make sure it wasn't any closer or paying them attention, and once he was assured he turned his attention back to Ultyr and the brilliantly purple woman who seemed intent on toppling boulders.

"Make sure you keep your footing or you’ll fall in with the boulder." Ganymede warned, running around to the front of the rock and scrabbling at the loose earth at the edge of it to try and get it to give way. He wasn't heavy enough to do the pushing, but he could move quickly and slip out from in front of it faster than one of the larger wolves to avoid being crushed.