Someone yelled out about me escaping. A familiar male voice then pledged some sort of undying obsession with my 'running again' before a howl and bark informed me he intended to do something about that.
His body slipped and slid behind me. What seems to be after being hamstrung by her claws. The unfeeling gaze of mine toward Jace Duskpaw on on the ground assessed that I was safe… and I took more steps.
While everyone in the chamber was fixed on the white wolf, I would move. Step by step. Away from all of this. I just need somewhere… to rest. But I couldn't help but look back.
As I did, I see the Alpha of the Pineheart surging past Kyrie with quite shocking speed for his age. Claws extended, but fangs not bared. Aimed not at me, but at the tiny creature in my arms.
