Ankyra Sound she speaks with a voice that sets men trembling

eske had expected the sweep of the abandoned territory to be rather routine, if not a cautious one. as steps upon the earth like low rumbles of thunder are picked up by wanlida she feels the hairs at the back of her neck rise and bristle with unbridled unease. as the lumbering shape appears and lets loose a ominous growl as it fixates it's eyes upon her eske realizes that the departure of the unwanted neighbors is no trick. the hair along her spine stands straight and as she, in turn, stares at the bear in return. it could kill her in an instant with a single swipe of one of those giant paws ...if she isn't careful. she is a warring nation of emotions though: worry because she had called heda right to the newest unwanted neighbor's nest and torn irrevocably between fight or flight. she is too close to drageda to turn around, though. she cannot risk luring it into dragoncrest cliffs.

quickly her mind assesses her options: she would not win against the behemoth beast in a fight ...at least not on her own. she was small and quicker and it might be able to keep her alive long enough to give it a few sustainable injuries. so long as she kept out of the reach of teeth and claws. she's running out of time: it draws near and she who is the daughter of the fiercest shield-maiden accepts the odds that are not in her favor. she is a warrior. she is wanlida. the bringer of death; and she will protect drageda to her dying breath.

she takes a breath, ready to call and warn heda away, her muscles tense and ready to dodge out of the bear's path. the commander appears with a call for others but eske pays little mind. wanlida's lips curl back to expose her own teeth. you do not scare me her posture says as others join the brewing battle. and it would either be a battle or the bear would accept that it was outnumbered and retreat back into the depths of it's home.