Phoenix Maplewood i will take you as food and leave you as famine

Everything happened quickly and where her mind would typically be cleared, ready, tactical, she struggled to focus between the two she sees and the third she doesn't. Her body cries out against her head with a continuous rumble, low, mixed between directing it at herself and the males on either side of her. Warbone does not move, but his eager stance is clear. The other advances with a smoothness that unsettles the dark bitch, and her slate eyes narrow. With each step he makes, Thuringwethil's growl increases, but it does not stop his daring saunter.

She considers her next move. She could run but would they follow? Glancing toward Warbone, she doesn't think he would pursue, but she couldn't be sure. The strange male, however, she can't speak for, as he continues his approach despite her warnings.

Before she moves again, she catches a flash of fire in the corner of her eye and she jerks to snap. Catching herself before she makes contact, she stammers a little to the side. Wildfire's presence only confuses her, applies worry, and a whine escapes her throat and she masks it by topping it off with a growl. Thuringwethil takes a few even steps toward Warbone's position. The distance barely closes, but the closer to him means she's further away from the stranger. Her dark, hungry eyes turn toward Wildfire, trying to relay her own message for the girl: go home.