The polar bear looked at the fallen ursur pair, and sighed. Well, it's not what we came out here for, but they will prove useful. He mused to Deimos, looking over at the man in his hellhound form. Ursur meat is not as tasty as luxere, but it's palletable. Their hides and fur make excellent cloaks and coats. Their claws and tusks can be used for weapons or jewelry... He let his sentence die off, thinking the warlord understood the point. He had already told the outlander that Halovians used the whole animal, and that was not an exclusivity to luxere.
Noah stumbled for a moment, a rush of pain suddenly hitting him. He couldn't see the wounds for himself, but he could see his paws stained red with what he assumed wasn't just his blood. Ursur tusks were dangerous, as Noah knew well, even without the puncture wound in his shoulder that bled down his leg. Blue, bear eyes moved to the hellhound for a moment before he turned his head towards the companion -- the unicorn. Does she heal, like the wild ones? Noah asked out across the bond, his eyes landing on the mare.
been crushed by its weight
there's no stronger message
than dirt in your face
