Silvertip Mountain look well, o wolves

Zaria let out a yelp when the paw collided with her neck and shoulder, carving the claws of the creature into her skin. That was the only thing that made Zaria waver for a moment which allowed the cat to escape and go after Mason. Alastor clearly didn't make a good protector. Zaria fell down to the ground shoulder and neck bleeding form the claw marks. Her shoulder didn't support her weight for a moment. Though the cat taking away Mason gave her enough adrenaline to jump back up again. She rushed forward, howling tot he cat that she wasn't done with her yet.

"Seven Adults! We kill!!," she cried out and went into the direction, actually taking the lead. She was out for blood. She wanted to feast on the flesh of this animal that dared to hurt anyone that was close to her. Mason already had enough to deal with. The woman would make sure that Mason would see that she was still there for him. Her slender figure sped forwards. She let out one of her Dorthran murder cries since it came natural to her. The wound from her neck and shoulder was bleeding quite heavily, staining her agouti colored fur. The young female didn't notice she was running on adrenaline. She had to save Mason, what good of a warrior was she if she couldn't even protect her pack mates.