Hushed Willows You were trying to wear me down, down

Spur felt a shudder wrack her entire body as the infant began to cry, then wail and shriek. She couldn't stand it. It put her teeth on edge and awoke feelings of frantic repulsion in her breast. Although still slightly torn, she figured she had done her due diligence by attempting to summon the den mother. Aware of how this would look to Amara—as if someone had abused her daughter, then fled the scene—Larkspur nonetheless hoofed it. She just couldn't bear those cries and ran until they faded into the distance behind her.