Dragoncrest Cliffs "With it or on it."

On the heels of her arrival, others joined in on the assist right away. She had never felt a charge quite like that, but neither had she brushed so close to real danger, or even the  real need for any of it. Mallaidh had been freed initially, but that was only the beginning; the swarm of bodies, teeth, and blood around her was difficult to follow as everything escalated.

She tried to swing in some retaliation where she could, all while attempting to avoid a real brunt of it turned back to her by flying beneath the radar enough to get lost in the chaos; she refused to think about how bad it could be, and how much trouble she could be in if this went south for her, how disappointed Dad was going to be if she got hurt, or worse, and how sad Dacio would be. She didn't register Heda's howl right now, either... She knew she was over her head; but with bloodied fur on her lips that wasn't hers.. and nothing stopping her yet, she remained determined to be some annoyance to the enemy side.

Then, suddenly, she did realize there was suddenly another intruder among them. They were snapping into the fray as well, which very nearly had the golden girl whirling back on her when a bite snipped her by surprise. Before Opalia could truly set her sights on a foe more in the realm of her league, the brute forced space between them then had the audacity to bark demands. She couldn't remember what he said the second she'd heard it, though, and she sensed the wolves above her would have none of it.

In taking all of this in, her breathing was fast, faster than ever before maybe, and next she saw him dart suddenly for Ephraim when it all could have stopped then and there. Her heart wanted to leap out her chest, but Mallaidh was close—close enough to help, hopefully. The aspiring gona quickly found herself emboldened by the motion, and used the exchange to spring after the dark-furred late arrival with her teeth first. She had been training for moments like these, after all, and had to remember how to use herself effectively if she ever intended to be of Drageda's mighty guard one day.

She went on aiming at her broadside or whatever she may reach at in time, if anything at all, and tried hope that the sounds in her periphery were her packmates wrenching free the victory here, not the other way. Opalia wouldn't let this one interfere so soon, if so. Mallaidh, Blixen, and Ephraim could handle that guy, surely..