Dragoncrest Cliffs an elephant named eloise

He didn't know what the little monster they wrestled with was capable of, but Ephraim knew he wanted to put it down as quickly as possible. Not only was it interfering with their ability to brainstorm about the tangled bucks, but every second that ticked by out in the storm also caused his anxiety to mount. Add to that a pissed off ball of brown fur and claws that was attacking you and your packmate, and you had one wild-eyed Ephraim.

Thankfully, he didn't feel as helplessly lost and out of control as he did during their neighbours' invasion. Maybe it was because there were fewer targets on the field or maybe that experience really had strengthened his resolve enough to keep his head; either way, he recognized Silkie's efforts to bring the beast to heel for what they were.

It wasn't the wisest course of action, but Ephraim sent his snapping teeth toward the shrieking wolverine's gaping maw, aiming to clamp his jaws down over its own and get a good hold on it that way. At the last minute he changed his mind; it was struggling too hard and it was more likely he would be caught in the bear-like frenzy of the wolverine's attacks. He sidestepped and aimed to sink his teeth into the base of its skull instead, forcing its muzzle down and away from his throat and giving him a hold from which to pull against Silkie's teeth, that they might literally rip it apart.