Hideaway Strath There Are Monsters

Damage rolls here!

Kynareth hears a short, almost panicked howl. Strain obvious in the tone of voice who carries it. There’s trouble and he doesn’t even waste a second to even wonder what is happening before he’s kicking up snow to sprint into the fray. Only a short while later does her hear a bears call and he’s furrowing his brows may the thought of having to fight off a whole ass bear in the deep snow of the strath. Even now as the flakes continue to fall and only just barely surviving the blizzard that hit them a week prior. 

He almost wants to believe the gods want him and his pack dead. He doesn’t stay on the thought too long for he’s already eyeing down the scene before him. 

Whrist and Nyra running, okay. Then his eyes shoot to a growling bark. Derg. The bear is turning her attention on Derg and Donovan is about to jump in to put the bears eyes on himself. Until a chocolate blur is sweeping up from the side and dripping vicious paws at the agouti male and his eyes widen and his teeth bare.

“Distract that one!” He yells painfully loud to Nyra and Whrist. 

He’s snarling and growling with a devilish ferocity as he watches the second beast go for Derg. Drifting in the snow as he struggles to get behind the beast to bite the base of its spine. Quickly trying his damndest to paralyze it. His teeth tearing into flesh as he shakes his body as hard as he can. He’s desperate to take its aggro off of Derg as he attempts to reach bone.