Dragoncrest Cliffs "With it or on it."

Eurycrates’ departure did not go unnoticed. Thinking herself a master sneak, Raleska had tailed after him, noticing the set edge of his jaws and the hardened focus of his stare. She was unaware that her mother’s harem moved alongside them, and as she lurked behind a screen of thick tangle, she strained her ears to hear the conversation that ensued. 

From body language alone she could tell things were quickly going south. She heard Eurycrates’ scornful demand, and then startled as a howl from his interceptor shook the forest. 

Knowing then her options were limited, Raleska burst from the woods. Her heart was going a mile a minute but somehow her legs were going faster - all she wanted to do was put herself between Eurycrates and his assailants, and she too threw herself into the fray with all the finesse one expects of a yearling. 

Her teeth snap for anything they can find, but mostly she was trying to haul back the brute forces that fell to Eurycrates’ hide. If she could just prove as a distraction, maybe he could get away before his life was claimed.