[se] but we do not carve gently

Alys was many things, but mind-reader, she was not. Her efforts to protect the hunter and tracker were perhaps misplaced, but she couldn't help the smug satisfaction that blossomed in her chest as her arrow struck true, boring through the ursur's eye with a vengeance. The feeling faltered, however, when the beast didn't so much as twitch, charging at them as though its sole purpose in life was to end their existence.

Clearly, it was unaware of whom it was up against, for Deimos was not one to sit idly by and watch his people sit in harm's way. Indeed, Alys could feel the muscles beneath her roil as the bakunawa stretched and uncoiled, and she gripped tightly as he lunged for the void beast. It happened so fast that the seer hardly realized what had happened before the massive creature had been thrown across the snow to land with a sickening crunch. She was suddenly aware of just how little damage she was capable of doing, and she shivered as she slung her bow back over her shoulder. Clearly she should leave the ursur to Deimos and focus on helping the tracker.

So she turned to the man clinging to the bank and stretched out an arm, hoping to snag him and pull him aboard so that they could leave.

ALYS GLASSE