Firefly Glen [M] stop, don't save yourself

the shriek cut through the panting, snarling , guttural groaning-- like a knife through butter. polaris faltered, blinking through the haze of a mind running purely off of adrenaline and enraged, primal, instinct until eyes widened in horror upon spotting the small figure of leta under the might of the beast itself. yet before the pale girl could make a move, west was there by his sister's side and she forced herself to ignore the terrified lurch of her heart begging her body to slink over and assist him; that meek sliver of rationality ever chiding and reminding her that she was much more help here. here where she could attack and distract so that they could get the hell out of there and so with a grit of bloodied teeth; the dove flung herself back at the stinking colossus with as loud a cry as she could muster. 

but this was no mindless beast they grappled with, it was a predator with skills and instincts as finely honed as their own and she could only let out a hiss as paws skidded along the sickeningly painted snow when it spotted its opportunity and snatched it, storming right towards the disgruntled earthen girl. a breathless curse, gaze frantically sweeping for the familiar figure of her mate only to be met by the panicked gutter of his own stare likely doing the same. a small swallow of relief as she forced herself to tear away and charge after the bear and the pursuing osiris; cursing her stupid weak vessel and the way in which her chest already burned with each agitated inhale. these months spent lingering within the borders of easthollow...she wasn't as fit as she used to be. 

but there was certainly no time for regrets; not with osiris literally flinging himself at the monster's murderous face. she sprung at its shoulder then, seeking purchase on a wound that already sneered down at her from a past attack- whirring mind unable to help but wonder with dread about what might have happened to the last wolf to sink its teeth into this very spot- trying not to think too hard about the claws that were attached to the end of this very limb. 

for a second her eyes slid skywards as she tugged and panted; coaxed by the itch of seeing something out of their corner. and there- the largest bird she'd ever seen, somehow appearing both regal and so very menacing. her heart seemed to drop at the sight of it as she let eyes return to scene once more and continued her assault, all the while unable to shake the idea that the arrival of a bird, a creature usually associated with agile daintiness and melodies; but sharpened, cruel and dangerous, was some terrible sort of omen.