Valkhound wove with meadow deer, and for a beat the only thing Aethril could make out was the blood that went spraying through the air. She was certain, at least, that it was not Chaos-Eleven's-- so she did not have to drag a stone back to Vargas and explain herself yet. The meadow deer hadn't been taken down entirely, though-- though it was wounded.

That could have gone a lot fucking worse.

Now the herd was running back, though. Maybe they had decided that their herdmate was worth saving? Aethril still kept her safe distance, squinting at the shapes running across the grass.

Right, well, this looked bad.

Though Aethril did nothing for now-- she waited, again, to see what Chaos-Eleven would do --she did subtly roll back the sleeves of her dress for now. If the Valkhound did nothing and let herself get surrounded, and the Creator's magic did not come to her, she might be dead.

Now, she could have yelled something helpful. She had the ability to control Valkhounds themselves, in fact-- she could have told Chaos-Eleven one way or another to turn and run before she was surrounded.

But she didn't.

Figure it out yourself, apparently, bozo.

Now was probably a good time to bow out. If Chaos-Eleven wasn't already coming back, Aethril called out to her. "Come here. You won't be getting into it now."

Only briefly did she contemplate it: a spell to break the earth and shatter the herds bones, or to spawn a tendril and drag a calf back kicking and screaming to its death, but the Valkhand only shook it off and glanced down towards the Valkhound. "It wasn't a bad attempt, but you need training. There's plenty in the Chaos Forge that can show you better than I could."

She glanced off towards Draco. "Do you know the way back? Master Vargas will feed you. If he doesn't, tell him that Aethril said you were to be fed."

It was time for Aethril to go home, she thought.