Axie lunged. Quickly. and she lycked in mid air and pinned her as a wolf, her fangs barred, too, the same that had killed countless creatures and were forever a yellow-red color from the bloods of her victems, and her muzzle the same. She fixed them around Dream so that even the slightest movement to kill Axie or get away would end in her through gushing.
Where catalin had been a second ago was his stuff scattered, his bow cracked and disgarded and a trail thick with blood leading away.