Luna Rising
How could they all have gotten here without us realizing it?
The sheer volume of them was unnerving, a dark tide breaking against our ranks. Yet each engagement was a dance, a brutal ballet of instinct and skill. I barely missed being ripped open by dripping claws, twisting at just the right moment to tip the rogue's balance forward and away. A guttural snarl was my cue to shift, my bones cracking and reforming as I dodged a snapping jaw, then lunged, my own claws finding purchase in his flank. The air thrummed with the magic of it all, a chaotic symphony of destruction and survival, as we fought to protect our pack and those we loved.
'We need support at the south training field by the pack