Swiftcurrent Creek 1 Corinthians 13:4

Alyssum sat alone at the base of a tree, repeating her mantra silently to herself: you have fight in your blood, just breathe. It was something her father would whisper to her at night when he was concerned enough to visit her. Her ears lay splayed and her tail sat between her legs as she lay against the moist ground. She heard her sister's question, but wasn't aware enough to make a reply. Her mantra, she had to stay focused on her mantra.
Leaving Silvertip, seeing Eden attacked, it had shaken her to her core. How could an alpha, she thought, be treated that way? Of course, this was in reference to Eden rather than Steady. Since her childhood she'd revered her sister; the way she carried herself, the way she spoke - she was who Alyssum wanted to become. But to see Eden bloodied and cowering as she ran from her battle? It was something Ally never expected to see.
But then again, things never went the way she expected.