Ankyra Sound she speaks with a voice that sets men trembling

Roll for first injury on a d20 die: 14 (click). Minimal damage; scrapes, bruises, etc.

Thuringwethil does not realize all who has shown up until she sees Dio out the corner of her eye. Her focus is primarily the distance between the bear and Eske but she spares one look to her left, then right, and noticing those that have followed. Drageda has always been strong but she’d be loathe to admit they weren’t in prime shape. Two wolves she barely knows escorts her on either side and she can only hope Trigeda has done their service in preparation.

A bear alone is terrifying, but against numbers he’ll tire easy if they stay out of reach and confuse them. Creatures that are not terribly smart, relying on brute force, gets them short distances but between six other predators playing their cards right, they can make it easily enough.

Thuringwethil barks for Eske’s attention a second time for her to fall back and reassess. The bear’s attention on the wanlida can fall to their advantage. She turns to Dio and points with her nose behind the bear, and then to the other two. “War em daun!” she shouts, thankful all that have arrived know enough of their tongue. “Du nou git raun!” she tacks on with a growl as reinforcement. After that, she leaves the decisions up to the other wolves on who does what so long as they spread out, terrorizing the creature from all angles.