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If it wasn’t for Blixen, she’d likely have a mouthful of Ingram. Some level in the back of her mind is glad she doesn’t. He’s a foolish boy that doesn’t understand any more than the others. She’s able to make contact with the idiot that doesn’t know how to shut his mouth, latching onto the back of his neck and shutting her jaws with everything she has, with moves that mimic a mix of Eske and her tundra born mother. If she could hold on a little longer, she’ll have more of an advantage, but she yelps in surprise, unable to keep her grip. She does not give away easily though, snapping and slashing toward his face as ear pools in her ear, down behind her cheeks.
 
Artaax goes mostly unnoticed until he takes the lead of the attack that she loses sight of Arrille altogether, not noticing Prince disappear off into the distance without them. Her only concern is tearing the blood from the other’s body.
 
As Lycaon pushes back against the both of them, she uses everything in her force to prevent it as she’s not yet ready to give up; strained for this since coming to Drageda. She has seen the outskirts of war and death already that this only seems natural. She’s doesn’t quit until she has to. Should the brute get away from them, she will chase but if he remains within her grasp, her teeth aim to sink for the taste of blood.