[hr][hr][h1][b][i][color=ForestGreen][center]Ayita Dyrkin[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center] [b][color=ForestGreen]Location[/color][/b] Hanson Power Plant
{"I. HATE. CRATES."}[/center]
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The crates hit her hard. Knocked from her feet, the wolf gave a high pitched yelp of pain as wood lodged into her hind leg. It was not pleasant to say the least. But she stood again, holding her wounded leg off the ground. Ayita snarled and gave a series of sharp gruttal barks. It was rare for her to make a noise such as that. Generally in her wolven form the growls and snarls were enough, with her howls besides. Ayita was so very tempted to shift, to tear into this woman in any form. But she was loath to leave her wolven form, worried the lodged piece of wood would interfere. She hadn't been wounded with a stuck object like this. Generally having enough sense to avoid hunters and other who would do such a thing to her. Her wolven mind wanted to slink off and lick her wounds, but Ayita clamped her proverbial jaws on the instincts throat. That was not their task right now.

But her human mind winced and was so very tempted to do the same. It hurt, and she could feel a concerning amount of blood falling down her leg. Then again, any of [i]her[/i] blood was concerning to her. Injuries were cemented fully as bad. Well, if she couldn't talk to the others she would very well be the loudest alert system possible. So she barked and snarled and raged loudly in the way of wolves at the Scarlett Witch, mentally cursing the woman and her crates. Her form preparing to leap to a side and dodge should the woman attack again. With some scant luck she could possibly dodge. But attacking wasn't about to happen. Ayita bemusedly thought to herself this was exactly why wolves worked in packs. With a mental wail and anguished howl she continued her rant in snarls and barks at the Scarlette Witch and her bastardized relations, her eyes watching for any sign of attack as she limped back slightly. Cursing her lack of speaking ability.