Sequoia Coast come back! even as a shadow, even as a dream.

she turned back to him to concede, but he came for her in an instant. deirdre prepared to lay and go prostrate, but he had gripped her scruff, pummeled her down in an instant. deirdre let out a high-pitched whine of confoundment; what had she done? what could she do? never had any come against her in such a way, and she fell to her side to reveal to him her belly apologetically, her eyes wide, her lips parted as she let out many more frantic sounds as she sought to scramble away from him while appealing to the nature of a wolf, tail curling and ears flattened. please-- she choked out, and then he was upon her, shaking her, and deirdre pathetically sought to turn and fight him away and off of her. but she was tired, hungry, exhausted--she felt the imminent failure. for no magic could save her here, though the spirits watched. proof of it--the darkening sky and the blustery winds as she cried for his mercy, as she yelled for him to release her when she saw there would be none.