The Sunspire knocking on devil's door

Once again, in case none of you know, Aryn IS my character, so I'll be playing her as well. If anyone has any objections, I will be perfectly fine posting on her profile, just tell me, please!

And since the owl is joining the fray, she will indeed take a few hits(most likely) but the worst I will accept is a dislocated wing! Nothing else, please!

Nightingale flicked her ears up at the howl, and her blood ran cold. She shook her head at Ferdie's request. Ferdie, I will stay back. But I will watch , and be at the ready. With that, the novice healer picked up a folded leaf, and within it, a small stock of basic medical supplies. She called for Aryn.

The owl flew in, eyes in a panic. "I hear the battle already. we need to hurry, young one."

With that, the juvenile nodded, leaf in the mouth. "Aryn, if you must battle with them, I won't stop you, but I need you to listen when I am in need of more supplies. You are the quickest courier. If I howl for you, I want you to fly back here and get some more of these folded leaves." Nightingale motioned with her tail at the line of leaves, on top of each a small set of herbs required for cuts and wounds.

The owl nodded. "Of course! No wolf can run faster than a flying owl! Not on terrain like this!"

The two set off at a brisk pace to the fighting. Watching from afar, the small wolf looked down upon the battle with dismay, setting down her leaf. "Oh no..."



The owl, however, immediately flew in the battle and zeroed in on the small red wolf that Aryn assumed to be Fox, considering Ferdie had yelled her name out and charged towards her. The owl went in for a kill-spiral and lengthened out her talons, not even bothering with a battle cry. If she doesn't look up, or notice my shadow, she won't even know what's coming.

Talons outstretched, Aryn, the Mist of the Storm, headed straight for the small red alpha's back, planning to sink her claws into the soft fur, and past that, muscle.