[ The sounds of attack still pervade the forest around them, but the path back to the dens is nearly clear... nearly. Vanadi slows as the reach the outermost foxholes, his hand making its faintly uneven way to his handgun. Ahead of them is the sound of sawing, and the scream of kits. And through a gap in their cover Vanadi spots a very dead adult Vulphyte and her squawling clutch caught between three attackers, while a fourth makes short work of the surrounding trees. He makes a face. ]
I can take one of them before we're noticed. I expect you have an idea for the rest?
[ Please say yes, Vanadi doesn't like his idea of shooting and hoping in the slightest. ]
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I can take one of them before we're noticed. I expect you have an idea for the rest?
[ Please say yes, Vanadi doesn't like his idea of shooting and hoping in the slightest. ]