Bearclaw Valley [M] they breathe you in, and dive as deep as they can

She could only react.

The gnashing fangs of Astara hit their mark, but not where they intended to. Her eruption out of the den was prompt enough to prevent the woman from hitting where it was she desired to that time, but battles and the odds of them changed by the moment. Ikkalrok then moved to bear down upon the other with a bearish roar in an effort to chase her from her whelping den—but if that did not work, her fangs would seek to brand Astara as Merrick had been. Ikkalrok would pluck the eye from her first, and who knew what next?