Swiftcurrent Creek this country is ours

Still open for more Creekites to join in; I don't think I'll use dice for my attacks this time.

Something happened to the four Creek wolves. They regressed, shedding ritual and civility for something simpler, closer to the metal. Eight eyes glittered dangerously in the faint glow. Bones, ordinarily the very essence of mirth, became a bristling beast. Jace, a picture good manners, was a snarling shadow next to Fox, whose size in no way detracted from the ferocious snarl that split her face in half. Bazi herself became sharp teeth and slaver.

Their foes were pathetic by contrast. Small, scruffy creatures with scarcely the bulk of one Creek wolf between them, but despite this they bared their ugly little teeth at the advancing formation.

There was nothing organized about their attack. There was nothing smart about it either, but the desperate pests refused to be pushed out.

Suddenly, a flood of animals launched at the Creek wolves like a cloud of yipping madness. They attacked in ones and twos, choosing different opponents rather than working as a cohesive unit. Two went for Jace, snapping at his ankles. A more ominous-looking creature leaped straight for Fox. A further three decided to team up, pushing Bones and Bazi into the rear.