Moonspear it's simply unbearable

Thistle heard the calls and though she was not as large as the others, she was willing to protect those she needed too. She was a shield maiden after all. Even if she had forgotten lately. So with a growl and fur bristling she came upon them. Her tail held up her back, and her eyes angry, maw stretched wide with a snarl. She studied the stupid thing trying to figure out the best way to attack. She went to the one side and snapped at it, retreating backwards. Trying to steer it away from her loved ones. Size was on her side in this case, at least for the moment. She imagined she'd get a few wounds towards the end of this, but it was nothing she wasn't used too by now. She worked her way around to the others, but she couldn't quite get to them yet. Not that she was trying as hard as she could be.