Thalassa
She crashes into fur and fangs, the molten drip of her pelt sizzling through the snarls that echo in the previously quiet forest. Thal doesn't hesitate in going for the kill. Pushing and shoving, she wrestles with the wolf until her mouth is sealed around its throat. For a second, it struggles, writhing desperately in hopes of releasing her grasp, but when her jaw clamps down harder on the vital pulse of its lifeblood, it lets out a whimpering cry.
Thal catches a flash of fire in her peripheral, watching as Asta moves to skewer his own target. However, the third wolf - having heard the commotion and whines - appears to have decided its first packmate is beyond saving and lunges for the feirw.
With a vicious shake of her head and ripping of flesh, she leaves her prey to intercept the brown-pelted wolf, hoping she might have done enough damage to kill off the first, but determined to make the next into a meal.
Thal catches a flash of fire in her peripheral, watching as Asta moves to skewer his own target. However, the third wolf - having heard the commotion and whines - appears to have decided its first packmate is beyond saving and lunges for the feirw.
With a vicious shake of her head and ripping of flesh, she leaves her prey to intercept the brown-pelted wolf, hoping she might have done enough damage to kill off the first, but determined to make the next into a meal.
Bite my tongue, bide my time
Wearing a warning sign
Wearing a warning sign
