Moonspear Wake the giant

With the weather on the poorly side of things and her caught lurking the higher elevations, she'd planned to stay up there and just wait it out. She was keeping herself occupied anyway by tracing the landscape and enjoying the thinned air to an extent. Overall, she was liking the clarity even if the icy rain was atrocious and one necessary inconvenience. But, a howl had risen up and its urgency had not set well with her.

That suggested a change of plans.

She'd taken a moment to dwell on it with several grim possibilities coming to mind as she did, but soon after she began to make her way downward. The paths were not easy and her travel was severely delayed. She swore under her breath and determinedly made steady enough progress to get her there not much behind Charon.

The scene was a lot to take in but the focus was clear enough. There was part of the pack versus a single bear -- Dash and Nishu leading the charge against it, it seemed. Already, members were bloodied and wounded -- some more incapacitated than others. The sound of the rocks of the mountain shifting didn't bode well either. Her chest felt tight and her skin far colder than it had been already. Her fur, wet from the chilling rain, rose into a bladed ridge. This was ugly.

She zeroed in on the bear and came it at from the side opposite Charon. As she gathered her momentum, she saw Nishu's grip on the throat slipping, and the rest of him looked like it had seen something terrible. Charon was then removed from the immediate skirmish by a paw and her heart was twisted with a renewed, angry viciousness now seeing them up all close.

She ruthlessly dove her teeth for its belly where Charon had first made contact just after he lost it. Ame aimed to rip everything she could -- be it just a bigger hole or what laid beneath, all to ensure a fatality. Best case scenario, she'd aim to disembowel the bear, and finally when she felt her attacks puncture more than just tough skin and fur, she knew she'd done damage when the bear thrashed angrily in response. She managed to narrowly dodge the first paw swipe, but the second swing (which looked to pack less force behind it thankfully) dug bear claws into side. She refused to let go and dug deeper with a vice-like grip, hoping to keep the bear's attention by causing it as much pain as she could long enough for opportunity to strike somewhere else. At least a paw dug into her was one not ripping at her packmates -- for the second, anyway.