Phoenix Maplewood The Traveler Meets Her End

Grace watched Nova struggle to her feet, struggling to get a decent breath and crimson still dripping from her entire front. As she started to stumble away, Grace bolted forwards and nuzzed into her side. After a much too short embrace and a few, Grace backed up, back over the border, and watched her mother go with defeat dulling her golden eyes. She showed attention to Saena, nodded her understanding, but otherwise said nothing. She could say nothing, after all. She would not speak out against Saena even if she didn't see sense in her words. She respected the white and red female too much. Tail tucked and head dragging, she padded off the opposite way she'd come. Every so often, a drop of her own blood fell from the gash Luke inflicted to her, the not-so-deep redness curling from her nose, around her whiskers, and disappearing under her jaw. So long as she kept it clean, she knew it would mostly disappear under her fur once healed. It was nothing compared to the wounds her mother would have to care for. Spring caught her eye as the Gamma tried to apologize, but a sob caught in the yearlings throat and she took off running. She didn't in the least blame the female, but it was too much.