Board Thread:Talkplays/@comment-4211788-20161219065535/@comment-5456040-20161220072504

The mink was quick to pick herself off the ground, shaking her head to rid her fur of the sand. By the time the hawk noticed her and revealed his sword, she was already back on her feet and had her weapon drawn just like him, not taking his threat lightly.

"You first." She insists with a growl, edging around the group so no one would be able to come up to her from behind without her noticing. Her hand formed a gust of wind, ready to push anyone back and away from her. She didn't know what everyone else was capable of, and as such, didn't wish to take any chances.