Moonspear with just a hint of pain for the feeling that i get when you are gone

It was the sight of Hydra that finally released the breath in her lungs. Alya exhaled a sharp sigh and then gasped in a full breath, relief flooding her as the Crown Princess came to her rescue. Abruptly, her legs unlocked and her tongue untied, but she no longer felt the need to scream for their father. Floki had flown by, and his amicable voice was heard along with others - it was not any monster that'd howled, but another wolf.

"Let's go," said Alya softly, shying away from the sound of the voices. Though it sounded like Uncle Floki had it all under control, she still wanted to get as far from the border as he little legs would allow. In her haste, she went ahead of Hydra - perhaps she would pay for it later, but for now, fear drove her more than anything else. And, while she had a great reverence for Hydra, Alya had never been afraid of her.

Neither had she ever been afraid of the Great White - but when her hurried steps brought her face-to-face with the pale wolf, Alya found her heart quailing.

"I di'int mean to!" she said quickly, lowering herself to the ground.