Dragoncrest Cliffs an elephant named eloise

It appeared Aure was just passing through, and Silkie couldn’t say he minded. Talking to strangers wasn’t exactly his strong point. Plus, he was a little preoccupied. Bourbon brown eyes flashed gratefully toward Ephraim when the skayona leapt to his aid but creased in sympathetic concern when his agemate came away with a collection of bloody scratches. Clamping his teeth, Silkie shook the wolverine silly, dizzying himself in the process — and though he staggered, buffeted on all sides by the bearlike creature’s scythelike hind claws, he managed to keep his grip on its scruff. Hopefully Ephraim would be able to find an opening if Silkie could just keep his pack-brother from getting kicked in the teeth. Stomping like an unruly pony, Silkie tried to trap the powerful hindquarters between his ankles, cranking his neck back at a painful angle to hold the beast spread-eagle. It was a chancy move, and he wouldn’t be able to hold the position for long, but hopefully it’d give Ephraim a fighting chance.