Nanako
The squirrel girl's eyes darted about this way and that, Nanako turning as the sounds died out. The bleeding at her leg was starting to slow, as was her flank, but the wound at her belly still flowed fresh. Still, trepidation was creeping in as he spoke, the idea giving the squirrel girl a moment's pause. However, whatever thought she might have put into it was interrupted when new sounds registered, keening blades cutting through the air, the lacerating wheels approaching from multiple sides.
Nanako's eyes darted between the blades she could see while her ears flicked to the ones she couldn't, the squirrel girl darting this way and that between the projectiles. Over, under, even twisting between them before her wings flashed, propelling her neatly away from the cutting saws altogether and giving her plenty of room to deal with any more projectiles.
"Almost sounds like they're a parasite," Nanako called out, her senses straining for any trace of him, even as that maddening heat pulsed in her core and her her heart pounded in her ears, "But they've been pretty helpful so far."
Come on, don't just peck away from afar...