Branwenn growled as she scooped up another rock, her eyes set on the shadow of the other wolf that was snapping at Rook. Her muscles coiled as she bit her lip in concentration, she could hear how hard she was swinging the sling as it began to hum as she whirled it over her head.<br/><br/>Her delicate nimble fingers let loose one side of the sling fashioned from her dress, her emerald eyes watched as the stone flew. But this time the stone merely skimmed past the wolf as she heard it skitter into the wood. Scowling she cussed under her breath and looked for another rock.<br/><br/>Instead, what she found was a large stick merely a few feet from her. Debating what she wanted to do, she soon found herself dropping her makeshift sling and gripping the stick. Wielding it she ran at the wolves screaming at the top of her lungs.<br/><br/>â€œCOME AT ME YOU BASTARDS!â€