Mercury & Stryker

Mercury and Stryker thundered into the ranch, hooves plundering the earth. They burst into the open barn, striking at the stalls. King and Concubine should be following. They'd trash the place to bits and pieces. Mercury began to buck into stall doors, splintering and, after much work, shattering them. Stryker, on the other hand, attacked the chicken coop, just for fun.

Artemis

The silver wolfess charged towards the barn, the noise the cause of her alarm more so than the scents. Normally the scent of a prey animal was nothing to worry about, but obviously this prey did not fall into the 'innocent' catagory.

Peds carried the fae towards the vandalizing equines harks twitching as the inside of the barn was torn apart. Although she would have prefered to go after the one causing the most damage, a confined space meant a harder time moving and an easier time to be stepped upon. So logic sent her attack towards Stryker. As he ripped apart the chicken coop, the fae came from the side, snarling only once her hinds pressed off the earth and sent her towards the horses belly. When she felt the time was right, her jaws snapped shut, dial shaking to tear deep into the flesh and cause enough damage to the animal to make it leave. A horse, though prey food, was not something she wanted to face alone, especially when it had back up in the barn. So the best case would be to have the horse simply flee.

Stryker

Stryker turned, seeing the wolf dig her fangs into his side. Stryker snorted, bucking at the wolf and sending his rock-hard hooves directly for her chest.

Artemis

The fae snarled low, opening her jaws the as the horse began to panic and buck about. Having grabbed hold of the side, she wasn't in any direct range of hooves, but she wasn't going to stand in one place to become a target. Using her peds, she carried herself out of range. Quickly she let out a howl, hoping the call would alert Timber and the other canines who protected the ranch. Then she returned to her duties as protector and circled her prey. "Foolish horse, leave my home or else lose your life!" She was in no mood for games today. She was aware that killing the horse all by herself would be difficult if not impossible, but injuring him and scaring him away were deffinetly within her range of possible actions. With a snarl she circled the horse, her motions at a trot as her eyes narrowed, watching the animals motions for the right moment to attack.

Stryker

Stryker plunged at the animal before calling his friends and leaving.