Fairspell Meadow and i run from wolves.

Ah, thought Alya, her tail lashing happily. Tug-of-war, then. With a happy growl, she clamped her jaws even more tightly over the limb she'd taken hold of. The wolverine was a sturdy creature, but it was no match for the three of them, when they'd caught it on unawares. Alya yanked along with Cypress and Hydra - at first being dragged by the combined force of their own teeth - and soon found enough purchase to complete her part of the attack. The wovlerine's limb was not pulled clean off, but it was certainly now mangled beyond use or repair.

After checking to make sure neither of her companions would be hurt if she did, Alya released the creature and surged forward to set herself upon it's belly, ripping and snapping and jumping away in turn.