Swiftcurrent Creek little puppet made of pine.

Fig saw the determination in her eyes and once again had to wonder at it. Why was she so invested in this? He felt oddly touched, but he had no time to really consider the emotion. He saw the small nod, felt the fire in her gaze, and then she was off without a word.

The Redhawk was shocked, but he pulled himself together quickly and so was only half a second behind her. He pivoted around her as she went for the beast's haunches and dove for its shoulder. His teeth tore into muscle, near solid as stone. The burly predator roared and swung its head about, seeking a target with its iron jaws. Fig danced out of its reach best as he could without letting go of his grip, but from somewhere came claws that raked against his leg and he stumbled.