The Sentinels all I ever wanted

She throws herself upon her meagre offerings of plants; anything she can save; anything she has saved. Ann hoards, not allowing the plagues that ravish the land any other sustenance than that they can find, and Ann is definitely one who will not let them take what belongs to them, what belongs to her. She battles her way through the cloud, the biting, kicking insects ravaging her fur, searching for whatever they can eat, that they can devour in their need for food. No, as soon as she has moved her small stores to a safe place when the hoards have flown over, she will find them, and she will destroy them as they have destroyed her lands.

Satisfied by this thought, the once-warrior shuts her eyes and moves onward, batting the unknown insects away from her vulnerable nose, her face, her ears, snapping at those that get too close and actually eating the damnable things. Her search continues on; she will not allow herself to cry or to lose tears to unfeeling beasts for she is above them all. Though they pluck at her hide and pull at her fur she keeps on moving, moving to safety, moving to rest from the storm.

Andromeda finds refuge in a cave, and she begins to plot her revenge all the while making sure her treasures are safely tucked away under her body.