[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
{"All men are made of water."}[/center]
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Ayita roared as  her wolven self gave a loud snarl. Another blasted, thrice-cursed crate! She was so very tempted to lunge at the woman. To rip her throat out, to tear her limb from limb. Giving a sharp snarl at the downed Scarlett Witch, she clacked her jaws menacingly at the Witch. Ayita wanted that woman's blood and she would have it. Not today however. Hackles raised she turned away, limping as she refused to set weight on her wounded leg. Too many injuries, the wolf snarled in defiance of this fact. But both wolf and woman  knew that it was better to retreat for now. Better to live another day. Offering her nose to the Damon's Spider, a boost to get him back to his creator. She turned towards the halls. Sniffing for any hint as to the said man or perhaps a injures party or enemy. If it was enemy, Ayita snarled. She would not be kind.

Blood scent filled her nose. Blood from the running boy. Ayita growled as she followed the scent coming upon the speedster and not alone. Giving a huff, Ayita joined the train of the battle nurse. Giving a short growl, she brushed about Oshea to peer at the wound. It wasn't pleasant but he'd live. Sometimes that was someone could ask for her. Giving a short nod to Damon in greeting, she took up guard with the other wolves. Keeping one on her injured side. It was better than risking that side to the open.