Rabbits are cute, but hares can be demonic creatures, wild-eyed and muscled and always bigger than you expect —
Rost leaps for Raskmodig in a sudden charged violent spring, teeth digging into the thick fur of the wolf’s neck, and the wolf snarls, black lips drawn back from its jaw. He whirls around and then they’re fighting. Astrid’s let go of Cedric’s hands and risen to her feet, but their familiars are a frenzied whirl of fur and teeth
(this is familiar, too familiar, she remembers trying to get involved, remembers getting hurt trying to stop another animal fight, when was that)
and, unexpectedly, Rost had made the first move. The mild-mannered prey animal gone furious and rabid. Fade-maddened?
“Cedric,” she says, panicked, “stop them, by the Lady, what’s wrong with him—”
She winds her arm in the blankets as a buffer and tries to interject, but there’s an ugly shriek, Rost’s powerfully-clawed hindpaw catching her leg and kicking her away. Fabric rips, more blood wells.
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Rost leaps for Raskmodig in a sudden charged violent spring, teeth digging into the thick fur of the wolf’s neck, and the wolf snarls, black lips drawn back from its jaw. He whirls around and then they’re fighting. Astrid’s let go of Cedric’s hands and risen to her feet, but their familiars are a frenzied whirl of fur and teeth
(this is familiar, too familiar, she remembers trying to get involved, remembers getting hurt trying to stop another animal fight, when was that)
and, unexpectedly, Rost had made the first move. The mild-mannered prey animal gone furious and rabid. Fade-maddened?
“Cedric,” she says, panicked, “stop them, by the Lady, what’s wrong with him—”
She winds her arm in the blankets as a buffer and tries to interject, but there’s an ugly shriek, Rost’s powerfully-clawed hindpaw catching her leg and kicking her away. Fabric rips, more blood wells.