Noctisardor Bypass Life, Death, Religion, Survival

"Oh, guard-dog. You think yourself a savior, when you're the one who has caused all this," Fiona thought to herself as he spoke, his voice barely audible above Druid's scream. Clearly he was about as smart as a rock, considering he had all but trapped the two women here with no sense of self. Fiona decided he deserved the attack in that instant, and Druid deserved nothing of the injury he had inflicted upon her.

Now, the witch intervened. She put herself between Glaukos and Druid, and she stared the guard-dog in the face, her tone calm and neutral, but firm. You will leave her alone. Right now. Go patrol, blow off some steam, do whatever, but she is asking you for space, and what you've done has made this a thousand times worse. Fiona had decided that this guard-dog needed to go for good, but she wasn't ready to confront him with that just yet. That could come later. Perhaps in her own way she could rid this place of him. He had done nothing but hurt the wolves of the pack he was supposed to protect. The witch and Heda were, so far, the only two to escape his heavy hand.