Arrow Lake The beat of the drums

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(short lil thing)

Aure was sure that @Ingram would follow suit — or that she would follow his. Whatever the case may be, the optio eventually sprung from her position; skulking through the growth and fronds at a low-belly lope. At this time, she still retained sight in both eyes, so she used it to look out for any swift kicks upon delivery of a needly embrace to the injured ankle.

And yet, when a piercing blow volleyed its way towards her head, Aure released, leapt back, and was just about to re-engage when the damn cow charged away — and, from what she could see, for Kazimir herself. The alabaster was streaking after the elk before the burly she-wolf hit the ground.

By the time that Sadiq and Mahler strode in from the front, the herbalist as situated herself at the rear and did what she did best: bite ankles.

She returned with a vengeance this time, embedding her fangs in deep, and only ever deeper when pummeled in the shoulder. God, if only she’d been born with brute strength— but for now, she would try to hold back this bull until the others could seize it.