Dragoncrest Cliffs "With it or on it."

The stranger kept up a fight, ruckus and all, even at the mercy of Blixen and Mallaidh. A piece of her was impressed she kept going for it, even outmatched, and on foreign turf where her packmate freshly lay dying. Was she soon to join him? Or..?

Opalia wasn't sure where she was needed to fit into this picture quite yet, but kept close, furs bristled and ready to be any necessary assist without overcrowding the situation--she didn't want to be in the way! Her bite was not nearly as big, or as strong as theirs, but her adrenaline had it all going fast in her head, which ached newly as her blood clotted to the side of her face. She snapped here, there, and swung in close only when it seemed worth it. As inexperienced as she was, she tried to find her cues in what the older pair did, and they had the Rusalka intruder pinned soon enough.

While relieved to see her restrained, therefore less of a risk, the kru was certainly wondering what should come next before any sense of victory could begin to seep in. She kept her hackles tall, and stare painfully sharp, observant, as she tried in vain to steady her own breathing despite the scent of blood screaming so loudly at her senses.