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She has heard from the local villagers that a large pack of wolves has been hanging around the area. She has decided to track them down to thin the numbers and encourage the rest to move elsewhere.
She keeps a number of eyes and ears out. One can hardly have too many of those in the wilds.
Soon, they reach an area near where the wolves den probably i - there's more signs here, and the sounds of wolves moving lazily.
There's also a couple of places Zarân could leave Squid - a pile of rocks he could hide in, or a tree with no low hanging branches.
"mhmm," the hummed agreement sounds a little reluctant, almost a little scared. (He's not entirely certain yet that she's not intending to just leave him here.)
She gives him a reassuring pat, then extends a tentacle to lift him carefully into a secure position in the tree.
He withdraws his tentacles from her shoulder a little reluctantly, but latches onto the tree when she puts him there.
He makes a neutral humming noise, and wraps himself tighter around the branch he's latched onto.
The wolves are not that much further on. They're lolling around near a cave. There's not many of them - maybe half a dozen adults - but there's a bundle of cubs play-fighting.
And now there is a writhing mass of tentacles, teeth, and spines descending on them.
Apparently wolves have more self-preservation instinct that the people she dealt with last night. Assumedly one of the males lunges towards the writhing mass of tentacles, getting between her and the pups. The others are trying to round up the pups and flee.
Yeah, that is not going to be very effective. the attacking wolf gets slightly shredded. The rest get encouraged to run with some slashes and bruises to drive home the point.
The wolves flee, yelping and whining. They probably won't be back.
She pries a couple of teeth out of the dead wolf for proof of mission accomplished, resumes human shape, gets back into her slightly rumpled clothes, and returns to where she left Squid.
He is exactly where she left him, wrapped around the branch. If he currently has eyes, they're not looking towards Zarân.
Eyes appear, looking a little startled - perhaps from not having realised Zarân was back, perhaps from not expecting her back.
He twitches slightly away - more habit than anything else - and then presses up against the tentacle, some of his own looping around it.
He winds tighter around the tentacle, detaching from the tree branch to do so. "I- thank you."
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