Thalassa
The forest grows thick with the scent of blood and smoke. The sounds of violence give context to the growls and whines of clashing beasts. It echoes in her ears, claws reaching out to slash at the wolf lunging for Asta. Her fangs quickly follow, copper splashing across her tongue when she clamps around the muscles of its front leg. A yowling snarl erupts from the wolf, only to be cut off by the wet crack of hooves meeting bone.
Thal plants her paw against the wolf's flank, pulling until the ripping of flesh and tissue give way beneath her teeth. When the canine doesn't move, she growls low in her chest, satisfaction lighting in her eyes as the feast surrounds her senses, claws flexing into the ground.
Before she gives in to the instincts nipping at her thoughts, adrenaline has her eyes flickering to the first wolf across the clearing to ensure the threats have been neutralized, sliding over Asta to check that he's similarly in one piece as well.
Thal plants her paw against the wolf's flank, pulling until the ripping of flesh and tissue give way beneath her teeth. When the canine doesn't move, she growls low in her chest, satisfaction lighting in her eyes as the feast surrounds her senses, claws flexing into the ground.
Before she gives in to the instincts nipping at her thoughts, adrenaline has her eyes flickering to the first wolf across the clearing to ensure the threats have been neutralized, sliding over Asta to check that he's similarly in one piece as well.
Bite my tongue, bide my time
Wearing a warning sign
Wearing a warning sign
