The Sentinels hide your kids

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posting this one ahead of @Aria since she hung back in the last post, but if that's an issue mag let me know! also @Raven let me know if i'm off my mark with what raven had done?! <3

In the corner of her eye she saw the crashing of foliage. One wolf truly was diverted, much to her amusement... until she noted the scent of Gristle. Wednesday, if she felt a damn thing, would have found that hilarious. She laughed unfeelingly, the crazed detachment making the sound limp and the notes as chaotic as she so happened to be. The relationship between she and Gristle was terribly symbiotic. She would not do for him as he would do for her... unless, of course, it was of benefit to her. Surely this did benefit him. It made life interesting.

A tiny howl caught Wednesday's attention. A beautiful, twinkling, sweet sound! She snarled as she ran, hungry to take... all this was enough to make her miss the arrow-of-a-wolf coming from her front, as no other had. As Raven surged forward, the whole of Wednesday slammed into her forefront that had dove toward her legs (presuming Raven had not stopped abruptly as she did what she intended) and she fell to the ground in a sliding thud that burned. Even the woodwork assaulted her here; burrs caught between her shoulders, and a tree branch cut deep into her lip. What it left behind was a glasgow grin; she would forevermore wear a sick and horrific smile, as she never had before. It was only this--the falling--that prevented Lasher's fangs from landing their initial mark, but as she stood and stared into the face of his ferocity now, she knew his next blow would land true.

She threw herself at him, to throw his body weight away from her own, knowing she was sacrificing some portion of her face for this but knowing that this would be better than handing him her life. There was the matter of the back wolf, too, who was surely on her feet by now. Windedly, Wednesday began to run back from the direction she came. She could only hope to escape with her life. Fangs upon her face, a terrible burning, but not yet was she aware just what the attack had been! And her cheek bled, too, the fangs there a terrible fright.