Dragoncrest Cliffs Filled with Catastrophe

The she-wolf charged for Sam, and by an instinct engraved in Lilimar's brain they knew to move.

Moving furthest from the water they prepared for the possibility of blood and ripped fur, a thought that Lilimar found themselves keenly interested in. They had seen others bleed; prey brought back home by Leonore, gulls after a fight, but never a wolf. More than that, they wanted to now just how it was done,
a wolf was no prey. They couldn't expect either to run like a rabbit, and neither had the ability to flap into the sky like a gull.