one— get ready.
As Rue circled to flank their 'enemy', Rufio readied herself. Her feet she shuffled apart, flattening grasses, and she twisted gently at the waist. Drawing her arm back, her rock-bearing hand sliding back at her hip-height. Still crouched, her weight leant backward, the stone shifted in her palm until it felt right.
Two— get ready.
With a determined gaze, Rufio fixed her aim on the rocks with her eyes. Glancing at her friend, so see where she was, the Wildmane's own wolfish grin lit up beneath her freckles.
She sniggered quietly as Rue almost slipped in mud. Careful, her sign most likely unseen through the grasses.
Three— attack!
Rufio took a big breath, and with a mighty roar, flung the stone at the 'Zith'. "Arrghh!" Her arm arced above her head, a wide circle, her biceps bunched, felt the weight of the stone in her arm, and drove it through the air.
Ducking to grab another, it flew off the mark. It didn't matter, she had covered her friend's approach, distracted the 'Zith'.
"Go Rue-Fox, go!" Came Rufio's whoop of encouragement descended into a bout of laughter as her wide eyes took in the ferocity of her friend with surprise and admiration.
The rock-Zith fell, scattered into the grasses with loud, dull thuds.
V i c t o r y !
Rufio screamed and leapt, pumping her fist into the sky with prideful joy. When she came to her friend, her cheeks were flushed pink with the exertion of throwing the stones.
"Ow, ow, ow."—Rufio's brow drew low and her hands shaped her concern, as her hands reached for Rue's to inspect the 'wound'.
"Here-" The Wildmane drew her face close to Rue's hands as her fingers deftly picked out the splinters, carefully and efficiently. "There-" She grinned and nodded, agreeing battle scars, pride, bravery.
Rufio followed with great interest as Rue explained, "Where the water moves, it is safe to drink".
Watching as she drank from water that rippled, Fi followed suite, washing off her muddy hands before taking a drink thirstily.
"We need a safe camp, close to water, but dry. We can make a fire and cook food, and make water containers, and a shelter, and beds!" Rue said, and the Wildmane nodded eagerly, infectious as Rue's excitement was.
"Yes, shelter first. We can go without food for a day, but not a roof, it is too cold." She reasoned, as her arms clung about herself. Zulrav whisked another gust into their backs, sending her messy mane all about her face.
The Wildmane whipped her heair out of her face with a flick of her head, looking around at the grasslands for materials as she did.
With a furrowed brow, she reached down to pluck a long length of grass from its roots. "Can we use this?"
Rufio showed her the grass, gesturing with uncertainty to their flower crowns with sign for weaving.