Terror and confusion was spreading through the three as they yipped and squealed to each other like idiots. They bristled dangerously as Lakota neared, but the mare wouldn’t have it. She knew that if she needed to she could kill them in seconds. It would take even more of her strength to make sure it didn’t reach her, but they were the ones at her mercy. They could snarl, object, and fight all they wanted. They were doomed either way. They barked and snarled at her but she pinned her ears back and slammed her obsidian hooves into the sand with a scream that belonged mostly to stallions. No words were needed, it being more of a primal sound that dared them to try something. They began trying to barter with the sea monster, but Lakota could hardly focus enough to care. Two consecutive uses of magic was draining her, she’d had no chance to recuperate after the first summoning. Sweat was not visible on her black coat, but she knew that she was starting to weaken. Not until they’re dead, she hissed in her mind.

The monster’s tentacles began moving, almost begging Lakota to drive the wolves closer. She caught the motion of Phaedra falling, but could not spot her from the movement of the monster and the churning of the sea waves. Apollo threatened the wolves from where he was standing outside of her magic and without turning she growled at him. ”Go find out if she’s okay! Don’t go in the water till these fuckers are in there though!” Leaving no room for objection. Apollo wasn’t helping just standing there, and Phaedra could possibly need help once she resurfaced. Either way Lakota didn’t want him in the water, but if Phaedra managed to stumble far enough to the beach Apollo would have to help her. All at once she scrapped together her remaining strength, formed a small bubble around her, and pushed the poison towards the wolves. It covered up to their back legs, and the sides pressed in even closer. There was no escape. Lakota let the back half of the bubble disappear so that she was completely removed from the inside of her cloud, leaving the wolves trapped. Hoping that the fast advancement of the poison would drive them forward so that Walter could grab them and this would all be over. Remaining only to make sure the wolves were sacrificed. Knees shaking slightly although dark jaw tensed irritably because of it. Weakness was not something she favored, but the wolves had damned themselves the moment they thought they could touch someone that was protected by the shade of her wings, stretching out over the entirety of the Grey. They deserved to fall beneath her poison and Walter’s strange…help.