send my name to the owls, will i see you far below?

Stickied this :o

Tuwawi's rage burned like wildfire as she clashed with the rangy sea-wolf, the monarch keen on eviscerating her target and ejecting their foes who dared to be so bold. However, her attack was premature. Duskfire's manic leader waited for no wolf -- a choice that could have quickly undone their offensive strike -- but luck was with the ember. Soon, her comrades were quick on the heels of their enemies and assailed them with as much aggression and vehemence as the Sveijarn, herself. Blow after blow, Tuwawi could feel their traction gaining until their wretched leader screeched a bitter retreat, utterly crushed by Duskfire's stronger hand. Blood salted Tuwawi's palate, her thirst for their death not yet satisfied, and she was quick launch after the curs to ensure their expulsion... all the while looking for another body to take down to further cripple the siren's numbers.