Wheeling Gull Isle take what you can, and give nothing back

at the bellow from the man, the countess checked her attack, sailing past the giant wolf to land in an ungainly manner upon the sands. whirling, she recovered herself swiftly. "she rises, now, and you do not follow, or i shall tear out your throat." it was perhaps comical to any who watched -- the hungarian had not seen ferahgo in her ire -- that such a delicate-seeming creature should openly threaten one who could crush her with one well-placed blow. but it mattered not to the countess; she assembled her legs o'ertop of her handmaiden as well, seeking to force the brutish male away from his victim.