The Sentinels strapped down to something that you don't understand

Oh, fuck —

She didn't have time to think, much less react before the northern woman was on top of her.  Blood pooled from the wound in her neck that was deepening by the second.  It wasn't quite where she'd hit Nashoba but she'd lose her life just as quickly if she didn't do something.  She had to fight back if she wanted to live.  She wanted to live.  

Didn't she?

A halfhearted snarl forms at her lips, and her teeth punctuate the air.  Her limbs strike out feebly against the woman's body in an attempt to free herself from the tightness 'round her neck.  You should've expected this from someone who used to be a part of Blackfeather.

She's too far from home to expect help.  If she dies here, she may not even be found.  She'll just become part of this burned-down forest like some symbolic gesture.  Maybe it'll be easier on Colt that way.