Blackfeather Woods No one can save me from myself

Two more appeared, one who also cried out to the child who latched onto her throat. Abraxas she registered subconsciously. Maybe these two would listen. 

"The man, the man, the man," the tiny voice took over her vocal cords, spitting a litany to the children who probably wouldn't listen. 

"He's near, he'll hurt you, he's near, he'll hurt you," Liri shook her head violently, feeling the child latch onto her throat once more. She wouldn't die here, not insane and trying to warn pups who couldn't grasp what she meant. She gave a rough shake, as if to shake off a biting fly. She must warn the children, she must.