Herbalists' Cache called to the skies but she was overcast

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she was jostled and shoved, her flesh torn and fear threatening to engulph her. and then the man was shoved upon her, and her head whipped back to catch the source of the motion; her mother. some last vestige of effort rose from the depths of her endurance and she struggled in the manner of a desperate animal, until quite suddenly she was free from beneath the beast. 

she found herself between her mother and the threat, though if she'd placed herself there in some attempt to protect her mother or had simply moved there in the whirlwind of it all, she did not know. it did not matter, for the male seemed intent in inflicting pain, and do so he did; but she did not think to cry out when her pelt was ripped apart and her blood turned the white crimson and pink. she moved, then, rushing to her mother and knowing even then she could not run off and leave portia here.