Stone Circle bring strife and discord with you wherever you may travel.

It seemed that Laurel had hit home in some way. Everything was a huge flurry for her, and she didn't quite realise what was going on. All she knew was that there was a lot of blood everywhere and she was pretty sure at least some of it was his. He screamed and struggled and Laurel fell back from the effort he put into shaking her off. She watched him with fearful eyes as he rushed at her, but just as he was about to hit her someone else came out of seemingly nowhere.

Laurel ducked to the ground and watched as her pack mate grabbed the demon's muzzle. Her heart thrummed in her chest as she watched him bleed - did she make him bleed that much? - and Laurel kept herself pressed to the ground. Shame rushed through her that she would flinch again after she had only just attacked him, but the fear at facing her monster was too big. Her face smarted from the wounds he had given her there, but she didn't allow herself to look away from the spectacle in front of her, still fearful that her demon might come for her again.