Qeya River Feels

Fangs dug into the flesh of her neck and Wildfire's second cry was muffled as she attempted to flinch away, her snout practically buried between her foreleg and chest. The skin broke but the sharp teeth did not press any deeper, her assailant suddenly freezing above her. Babbling something incoherent, Wildfire slithered out of the deadly grip even as she heard a familiar voice issuing commands overhead. She looked upward, relief flooding her when she saw a stoic Thuringwethil poised across from her attacker, telling her to stand down in no uncertain terms.

"Thur," the yearling moaned, trying to drag herself closer to the Heda's feet but unable to move, pinned by both fear and pain. "Thank you," she whispered, realizing the Alpha had just saved her life literally in the nick of time. Wildfire wanted to say more, yet her throat—burning from being half-drowned and aching from the teeth that had pierced it—clicked emptily.