Swiftcurrent Creek little puppet made of pine.

Fig clung tightly to the beast's shoulder, even after the sharp sting of its claws against his leg. He felt warm, wet running down towards his toes, but he ignored it. He cared about his own safety only in as far as knowing he needed to stay alive in order to protect others. His friends. His family. But most of all in that very moment, River.

The wolverine twisted as she made a daring lunge onto its back. It tugged him along as it moved, and though he could've held on, he did know when to let go. He jerked his head back and forth before letting go, tearing into its flesh just before he released his grip. He heard the creature roar in rage and pain, but it knew which of the wolves posed a greater threat to it and it knew not to take its attention from her. Which simply meant that Fig needed to become the greater threat.

He saw the wolverine reach for River with snapping jaws as it rolled. Figment fell back for a moment, then threw himself at it again, this time aiming for its neck. He missed his target, but managed to dig his canines into the space just beneath the corner of its jaw. He clung to the back of its neck now and jerked backwards, trying to pull its head away from River and give her an opening to get at its jugular.