Wolf Like.  Close enough.  Watching in her approach she'd give pause at the sound of far off steps.  Turning she would notice the creature of the distance and prepare to turn only for the two to take their stand as well.  Hurrying towards Cyrus she was ready to rip the wolf atop him off yet was quick to set her attention elsewhere.  The two who thought to help the first.<br/><br/>Wiflor would rush to intercept, closing the gap between the two were wolves and Cyrus both of her arms grabbing their necks at an all too alarming rate.  Her muscles would tense across her form as their claws desperately grabbed and trashed, kicking, biting, tearing but no matter their attempts they would be lucky to put more then a few minor scratches into her form.<br/><br/>The were wolves were not fortunate in their timing.  The beef bowl from before meant that Wiflor ate and ate well.  This also meant she had almost no limit.  And no limit would be had against the creatures.  Tossing one were up towards the air it would have no choice in the matter as the other was dragged down.  It would meet the stone face first and be buried into it by a foot depth, it's bones shattering as blood sprayed out of the little crater, the splash of red coating her fur as the were in the air started coming down.<br/><br/>How little it had at that moment.  Facing death as it fell it could only hope to cry before the little tiger girl grabbed him by the ankle.  One may well of considered it whimsical that a little kitten like her no larger then a small lady was throwing these giant beast like humanoids around as though rag dolls.  Whimsical if not for the painful sound of the tendons tearing and bones being shattered as the wolf grabbed by the ankle was to meet the ground too, smashing over it's fallen ally and becoming all but decimated from the inside out by the pressure of the swing.<br/><br/>Not even bothering with them anymore Wiflor would turn towards Cyrus, blood dripping as the third were creature upon him seemed no more then a small puppy to be inhumanely beaten by it's enemy.  The deep growling resonating from Wiflor, her eyes all but black with anger.  She was fed.  She was angry.  And sadly she was in a field of ancient despairs.  Her mind was not in the right place to even think upon her action at the given moment.  All she could do was walk on towards the remaining wolf...Thinking how interesting it would be to bust it's chest cavity open.<br/><br/>It could only be seen as a blur at that moment.  Her speed would peek as she all but vanished, the wolf man thinking to make a meal of Cyrus giving out it's own cry before it too vanished.  A line of destruction would be seen tearing across the walls and ground leaving rubble, dust, and blood.  A line that Wiflor was running while dragging the were creature that dared to attack Cyrus across every floor, every wall, and every stone she could.  As she finally stopped all that would remain would be half of the were wolf's head clawed into by Wiflor's hand, and fragments of what little of it's body remained.<br/><br/>Wiflor was almost in a state of rest at that point, her body swaying as her mind left her.  Eying the scene to figure out what was left to be done.  But it was already overdone.  One of the weres too broken to fight, the other with it's skull caved in, and the third just a fragment of meat and a trail of blood on the walls. Her stomach would growl as the remains of the third werewolf would be dropped.  She put everything into the last of her victims.<br/><br/>Cyrus would be free to aid Atticus at this point.Thoughtlessly Wiflor would start walking towards the supplies without even seeming to be aware they were under attack anymore.