Stone Circle Dayum baby you've got legs for days

The warren Nanook had been toiling to flush lay kicked up and covered by the snow flung from the turn of her paws. She gave little thought to much else; trees and barren shrubs sped by, mere obstacles to avoid, for her focus honed on one thing alone: Desna. She was in trouble, and whoever assailed her - they would regret it.

She burst upon the scene to witness another already there, barreling into the interloper with impressive speed - though in the high of the chase, Nanook didn't take the time to identify who. It only mattered they were one of their's, and the Apaata dashed into the fray opposite her packmate. and tore toward the foreign man with jaws agape. Her aim and intent, more than clear: to tear into any piece of the brute without a drop of mercy.