Firefly Glen I'm sorry if I hurt you, I'm sorry if it got that bad

The scent was undeniable. As soon as the air picked up upon the unfamiliar scent of not wolf, but a fauna in the works, Desdemona was quick to pace down the mountain with a momentum of non-stop running. Her jaded eyes focused ahead and the scent became more and more clear, and the image of a bear was clear within the guards mind. She could hear voices down below in the glen, and quickened as fast as a wolf could possibly go for the help and rescue of any.

But she was far too late, and seeing the early destruction, Desdemona knew there was no time to waste. She could hear the worrying call of others, but she already was high in the air, a tremendous leap with claws out and fangs open wide;

she leapt at the bear in an attack.