Hey, she's only a wolf. Intelligence of 2 says this sitch might be beyond her.
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Still hopping and jerking with the terrible dance, Ylva snarls into the air as her perceptions grow confused. Her senses told her that her pack-sister was on her feet again, but something felt...off, and the she-wolf was confused. Even had her body been under her own control, it was unlikely she would know what to do with it.
Ylva yelps as her limbs begin to move without her volition.
Moving in a strange parody of dance, the wolf's movement is grotesque, jerky. Her eyes fill with impotent fury, promising unleashed rage when her body is hers to control again.
Bam. Angry wolf is angry. Tactically, I would probably have her move to attack Gregorio or support Donovan, but I don't think she can handle complicated stuff like that without Rannveig to get her to do so.
Standing over the unmoving body of Rannveig, Ylva howls, the sound filled with a primal loss. The she-wolf stands her ground above her fallen sister, hackles raised and snarling furiously at all comers.
With Rannveig right behind, sharp eyes scanning the darkness, Ylva keeps her nose low to the ground on the trail of the puppet master. The landscape was indeed different, which troubled the young druid to no end, but they had prey to hunt. Worrying about the land could wait. Mechanics:
Ylva yelps as she performs the strange wolf dance in place, her eyes betraying her fear and fury at the usurping of her will. After just a moment, she snarls, and the hideous dance ceases as abruptly as it began. Mechanics:
Ylva takes advantage of the doll's distraction and lunges in with lightning swiftness...
But the doll is faster still, and recovers enough to dance nimbly out of the way, giving the she-wolf an eerie grin.
Never mind. |