[ This is entirely the wrong blond to come rushing to Nico's side. Still, when he'd been doing all that shouting she had to come flying from where she was hiding to tell him, ] Sh! [ as she tugs at him to fall back. Probably interrupting whatever he was saying. Hopefully it wasn't important.

Her dogs surround them in the underbrush, crouched down and eyeing the agitated bison. Their tails flick nervously, paws digging into the soil beneath uncertainly. They look ready to fight if need but would probably rather not. ]

It's a mother, [ she tries to explain. ] It's more worried about its young than you so if you put your sword away and step back it'll probably leave you alone.

[ Probably. It might be too late at this point, but she's trying to stop one of her friend's boyfriends from potentially getting gored by a bison before they're even reunited. ]