Wheeling Gull Isle bismil

Undersea's watchdog was not as kind or as well bred as her lover.  The moment that things began to spin out of control -- out of her control -- ignited some distant, feral part of her brain that had been buried upon her departure from Bearclaw Valley.

'Io had no moral compass to guide her.  She had no qualm with being judge, jury, and executioner.  If there was one thing she knew well, it was how to kill.

Fortunately for Aditya but unfortunately for her, the Universe that Komodo and Coelacanth revered had other plans.  Despite being first on the scene she was late to enter the fray.  'Io snarled and barked, a splintery and unpleasant noise as she more or less forced herself between the struggling bodies of her packmates and made to latch on hard to Aditya's flank, pulling with a strength reminiscent of an irrevocable force.  Her intent was to pull him back as Stockholm forced forward and Rokig pressed him into her, and jerk him into a vulnerable position.