Dragoncrest Cliffs the world's grave. not ours.

The first thing that came to his senses was the bellow that called out through the cliffs. The light trickle of blood slowly followed into his nostrils causing for him to immediately follow the scent and arrive to the location where the sound had called out from. Chacal had ran past him, what would be alarming was more so soothing knowing that she would be away from whatever this was and not in the fray.

The mangled corpse came into his sight second to the bear that challenged the pack. From the stench, it was the hot-headed Raleska. Though his heart was heavy for a Sapphique member, he still couldn't help but think how it was only a matter of time for someone so reckless to meet their end. That he would keep to himself, she was gone, and there was no need to spit on her name.

Rosalyn already lunched herself to the creature, triggering for the guardian to rush in immediately as well to assist. He would have preferred for more to appear and assist in taking down this obvious danger. With hungry fangs, he aimed to grab the ursine by the throat, ducking down and rushing in underneath with snapping teeth. Unafraid of the claws and hoping he could at least be a good distraction while Rosalyn or anyone else on their way could do their own damage.