Herbalists' Cache called to the skies but she was overcast

her lunge was halted as doubt overcame her, and the fierce stare of the other male had her twist. her ears flicked, pushing against her skull before twisting towards her mother, then the male that taunted her so. she cowered, shifting low as fear and confusion glinted in her gaze. hasty steps back away from the male before she paused, gaze moving once to her mother as she kicked away the first attacker - Drogon. she bade desperately for her to run, but before portia could move the male was atop her again, and dalia knew that she could not flee. 

her gaze moved once, twice to the drooling male, knowing she ought to focus on him but utterly overwhelmed. it was this, coupled with her total lack of experience, that had the male find his target. rapid yelp left her muzzle as she thrashed, jaws agape and fangs snapping shut on empty air several times as she sought desperately to escape the hurt and the fear, the way the male knew just where to land his fangs so that the pain may burn through her limbs. she aimed for his face, or any bit of piebald fur that presented itself, driven into a desperate fury.