Gossamer trotted after Ásta, her tail wagging lightly as the duo hunted for Valerian. Instead of using the leaves and flowers like she'd done with past plants they were going to use the root with this one and she couldn't wait to dig in the mud. At least that was the plan if they found what they were looking for. They were following along one of the rivers in the Tallgrass Plains until they were nearing the border. Ásta turned around and was about to start heading back when suddenly the fox froze, large ears flicking up on alert. Gossamer was still pretty short yet. She couldn't see what the fox was looking at. "Hey, did you find something?" The fox whipped around and hissed at her to be quiet. Gossamer didn't like that very much. She was a princess, how dare her companion order her around like that!

"I can be loud if I WANT TOO!" She was about to stick out her tongue when she heard a low and rumbling growl. A moment later a giant grizzly bear appeared, looming over both the pup and the fox.

Stretching her legs. She was just out stretching her legs. Aslatiel had recently gotten the go ahead to have the cast and immobilizer removed. Her aunt Iolaire had deemed the leg fit enough to move upon, though she was on activity restrictions. She was determined to build the muscle in her broken leg as quickly as possible. Being bed-ridden had been the worst thing she'd ever experienced. Of course, with her exercise going so smoothly, something bad was bound to happen. She heard the familiar lowing groan of a bear before she saw it. Before that though. she'd heard the annoying, grating voice of one of her parents second batch of children. Initially, Aslatiel was going to just keep on walking. It was the idiot pups own fault for going off without a guard. Let it die. If the bear ate it, that would be one less creature for her to hate, right? The cream and grey girl actually moved on past the path that would take her towards the child and the bear, but then... Fuck... With a sigh and a roll of her galaxy gaze, Aslatiel altered her course. Backtracking, she moved down the path at a staggered lope, her injured leg still weak. The giant grizzly was on its hind legs, towering over one of the pups that her mother had squirted out. She didn't know any of their names, nor did she care. Had she ever even seen this one before? "Go back to your mother," Aslatiel growled at the child, giving it a push as she placed herself before it. The young woman's pelt bristled and she snarled, teeth flashing before she dove forward. Without the normal strength in her leg, her leap wasn't as far as she liked, but after a little stumble, she ran around the side of the bear, sinking her fangs into its calf and pulling hard. She worked to get its attention and pull it away from pack lands and back out into the wilderness. The beast snarled and dropped down, giving one swipe of its paw. Though injured, Aslatiel was still faster and was able to dodge the blow, but she felt the air ruffle her fur. Too close. This was going to be difficult. "Speech"

Ásta insinctively placed herself between the bear and he pup. Her dark ears pinned back as she screeched at the bear in her high-pitched foxy screech. She was far bigger than your run of the mill red fox but she sill was dwarfed by the bear. Suddenly, another Armada wolf arrived, smaller than the fox and injured. Oh these odds were not looking good.

The older girl pushed out at Gossamer and told her to go. Before he girl could blurt out a retort Aslatiel dove at the bear and Ásta followed suit. The older girl bit the back of the bears leg and it it turned to swipe at her. The minute it's back was to the fox she leapt up onto its back, fangs ripping into the bears back, biting here and there in a flurry of damage. The bear roared and snarled, standing up on its hind legs as it tried to detach he fox.

Gossamer, who was determined to help, charged forward. She copied what she'd seen her older sister do as she twisted her head and bit into the bear's ankle due to her short stature. Blood gushed into her mouth for while she was a pup she had long, sharp saber fangs that exacerbated the damage she'd done. The bear roared in pain and twisted madly as it tried to figure out where to strike first.

The fox helping out was just fine. She didn't care if the fox got itself killed. The stupid child though... the idiot pup decided to take on a bear. Irritation made Aslatiel's vision run red. As the bear tried to figure out where to strike, the cream colored wolf tried to convince herself not to just leave and let the moron die. In the end, she planted her paws and strained hard, pulling the leg backwards and off of the ground. The beast toppled, legs flailing as it fell onto its stomach. Aslatiel released the bears calf. The goal now would be to scare it away. An injured wolf, a fox and a pup with a death wish couldn't kill a bear. Not a chance. Asla leaped onto the bears back with the fox, her teeth sinking into one rounded ear while her sharp claws pushed into the sensitive flesh of its face. If she could take out an eye, great. Losing an eye would make the beast think twice and hopefully run. She didn't care about the pup now. If it wanted to get hurt, it could get hurt. Asla just wanted to get the bear out of Armada lands. "Speech"

Gossamer held on tight and thrashed her head while her companion and sister shredded the bear where they could. The larger predators were unsurprisingly the focus of the bear. Gossamer went mostly unnoticed to the great detriment of the bear. It hadn't been planned, more a twist of fate that when Aslatiel jerked the bear's paw off the ground Gossamer threw her whole body weight to the side and her fangs severed the creature's achilles tendon. The hind leg immediately buckled and between their efforts fell forward onto its stomach with a groan of pain.

Gossamer was about to cheer when Ásta bounded off the bear's back as Aslatiel took her place. "For spirts sake, Gossamer! This is no time for bravado. Get moving!!" What was the girl thinking? The fox didn't understand wolves but perhaps that was because she was a fox. A fox could be prey, even if she was twice the size of her kind. Ásta turned and bit violently onto the bear's behind. It suddenly surged forward as if to run, limping and stumbling as it did so. The fox was done with this mess. "I'm getting her out of here!" She called to the clawed wolf as she darted forward and grabbed Gossamer's scruff. "Hey!" Ásta didn't listen, she made a beeline toward the heart of Armada territory with the pup swinging from her jaws.

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