The Sentinels hide your kids

deirdre! she sang, and though innocent her song, meaning only to mirror that of her father. it diverted the bulky woman toward the natal den, and lasher snarled, the sound a mingling of fear and rage. but it seemed the very trees and earth of donnelaith were in aid to the druid!

though now three wolves sought to pin the pale intruder to the earth, eigma's help would be of note: guard the babes, aid dante with the male brute. as it was, the would-be murderer plummeted to the ground, and the sharp tang of blood entered the air. but as swiftly as she had fallen she regained her step, and as his teeth flashed in rapid attacks, an ire as he had never before felt roused with a roar inside his soul.

he would kill her! he would slay her! his teeth snapped; he lunged for her flesh, her eye, her neck, almost with no sense of direction. red veiled his vision; he meant only to kill, to rip out her throat for daring to enter his sacred trees and threaten his children

her shoulder connected bruisingly with his own, and he stumbled into aria, presumably tangling their accursedly long limbs together and bringing the beta down into the snows with him.

but it was not all for naught; in his teeth was clenched the long strip of gory flesh that had been one of her ears. in the lunge was the man after her again, but his efforts clenched his body painfully, and he was forced to slow, then to stop, sides heaving, mouth gaping as he fought for breath. jaws bloodied, the man circled 'round and headed directly for his den, where he found tachyon and eilidh there with the healer, a stalwart guard for his tiny witches.