Two Rivers Isle One's loss, another's gain

The little tyke was feisty, was he not? Making sure Pyro was settled, the femme darted forward and grabbed the boy by his scruff, heaving him back into the den. But, quite obviously, he wanted nothing of the sort and thrashed wildly. However, it was the shock of his diminutive claws across her face that caused her the hiss and drop the boy quite suddenly. Little moron tyke darted right at the lumbering form of the bear, and it was at that moment something in the woman hardened. 

No.

She was a predator, a hunter, eyes hardened in the killing glare as she ran, a fluid medley of silver steel, claws and fangs. Paws thudded against the ground in quick succession, a beating rhythm as her heart raced and time slowed. The bear, the thundering oaf, went after Vassago, of all things, a defenseless pup. She, in her actions, would be the thing that probably kept little Vassago from being killed. She was flying, suddenly, heard the sound of a blow, of the pup, but then she was thudding into the bear, fangs bared and snatching at whatever she could, though her sights were set on the throat of the lumbering thing. She was half aware of the rippling snarl that shot from her throat as she struck, thoughts only on killing the thing that dared threaten a pup, her nephew, if Malice was correct in her words all those days ago.

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