Whitebark Stream An exercise in futility

For the woman she knew that later she would be in pain. She refused to let any weakness show right then though, because she had not only her life but Palisander's on the line and now a stranger she'd never met before. Her eyes met the orange of Palisander and when Isley tried to shake her head she found that she could not. No doubt it was a tear, muscle, flesh, tendon she did not know. Instead she offered the softest whine, wanting Palisander to stay safe. "We have to..." God, it hurt to speak but Isley would not abandon either of them. 

"D-distract him, like the doe - then...then split off. He cannot chase us all." Isley suggested quietly. She would be no help in this fight but she also couldn't leave either male to just die because of one berserker monster. If all three ran in different directions it would be impossible for them to all be caught and their chances of getting away were great. "If- if we separate, meet in our meadow." Isley gasped out.