Cerulean Cape i won't go down by myself, but i'll go down with my friends

Moorhen's ears pricked at the sound of the distressed woman's voice. The group picked up the pace, Moorhen keeping up with the fur on her spine standing like a quiver of arrows.

Arriving on the scene, Aiolos was quick to throw himself into a fight. It was not what Moorhen thought was best, but she was no diplomat, anyway. Silent and streamlined, she threw herself into the fight as well, likewise aiming to defend Aphrodite, support Aiolos, and drive Donovon away — in no particular order. If he was keen on retreating, she had no cause to give chase; Aphrodite had been recused and the dragon 'defeated'.

If there was a fight, however, she was intent on drawing blood. Particularly from the male's hind legs, while Aiolos had him guarding his front.