A howl ringed in Osiris's ears. Groaning to himself, the hybrid lifted from the floor where he had nestled for a nap with Comadre. The little dragon perks a head up and chirps slightly, his jaw opening in a massive yawn revealing rows of sharp teeth, and a strange forked tongue. A billow of smoke and a tuft of flame follows last. By the time to wolf is up, a matter of seconds for his flexible body, the dragon has uncufled his wings and launched himself into the air, flying steadily at the side of his companion.

Little sister, the wolf calls, recognizing instantly the sound of her call. What is it? Somewhere in the forest, the female hears him, but unlike the regular bond between Osiris and Comadre, he cannot see where she is. Unknown wolves have cornered the violet lady. Shaking his mane out, several leaves go flying into the air. "Violet lady?" Osiris asks Comadre, looking at the reptile looking at him, both exchanging questioning looks. The dragon is swift, though, and chirps slightly in recognition. "Yzzzzzzzzuuul," he coos, trying to remind his bonded of the image he can not share. "Ah, that one. Let's go, Comadre."

Lifting his head to the sky, Osiris lets out a sorrowful sounding cry - the cry of a wolf. Others echo in the distance, directing him to where the scene is unfolding. It takes mere minutes, but the hybrid has a feeling Yseulte may not have any more time on her plate if a hungry enough pack has stalked her. When Little Sister's dainty paws can be heard echoing on the ground, Osiris slows to a mere canter, instead of barreling forth at full speed. Where are they? he asks directly, glancing over to see her body flash behind dark trees. By water up ahead. A couple of yips from behind remind him that the other two of the pack are also following in suit.

The giant beast, his trio of wolves, and Comadre spill into scene, a flurry of limbs. Osiris slides to a halt, the wolves leaping into position around him, and the dragon hovering by his side. Golden eyes, feral but calm, look at Yseulte, circled by a pack of mangy dogs. "I believe the lady will be dining with us instead, gentlemen," the hybrid says, eyes flittering around the circle and halting at the face of the largest male. A glint in his yellow eyes seemed to whisper silently, unless you'd like to fight me for her.