Moonspear end of days

Fox squeezed her way in after the stranger, the one who apparently knew her daughter (who was all but forgotten at this point), and he ordered her to lay down. This, of course, ruffled her feathers. "Ain't no punk gonna tell me what to—" she groaned, another wave of pulsing pain rippling through her eyes. Her legs gave out from underneath her, and she was crumpled on the floor before she had a chance to resist.

A sudden wave of something Fox hadn't felt before crashed through her. It was a sense of mortality. Even though she'd been sliced by cougars, picked fights with whole packs, and fallen down mountains, she'd never been afraid of dying. The thought of never seeing Peregrine, Wildfire, Raven, Nightjar, Ferret, Whip, Peter, or Gannet tore her innards to shreds. Her chest tightened, and Fox clenched her jaw. "You have to get me home."