Barrow Fields huntokar, destroyer

Okay, so - she hadn't been expecting another wolf to crop up right in front of them, and by the look on the stranger's face, neither had she. And, since the second stranger hadn't been invited, Sunspot felt it was rather rude of them to simply charge into an ongoing hunt. The shewolf snapped scoldingly in their direction as she passed, but hurried to help her stranger by charging around the limping deer and barking in its face. This didn't slow it down much, but it did falter a bit more, and slowed as it tried to change directions once more.

Sunspot darted forward, throwing herself into the deer's side and doing her best to cling there with her teeth and claws. The beast slowed once more, trying to remove its painful passengers, and wobbled where it stood.