Moonspear asphyxiated

She dug deep and with everything she possessed in this mortal realm, she sought to bring forth enough speed and force to offset any ill fate befalling her daughter. All she had to do was redirect it, turn the outrage elsewhere, and open an opportunity for a strike; she could take the blows better than her juveniles should, but there was little doubt for their ferocity already—a severed leg was proof of this already. When her teeth found purchase, the rest of her momentum followed and only scarcely did she realize that now there were two of them here with her in the next breath. It might have tipped the odds further in their favor, but now, she had two very, very precious matters here and an aggressive rogue. This teetered the dark alpha to a delicate balance, one she couldn't even ignore in all of her rage: that absolutely demanded she protect their lives and see that this stranger's ended.

While the grip she got was a start, it was not meant to last; the rogue wretched free, leaving a piece of herself behind clamped in the vicegrip of her teeth so that she could turn upon the second daughter. Blood led the way, she spat aside the flesh and fur, and Amekaze's new lunge came roiling with fresh fury almost instantaneously— however was hardly any need. One of her scions got there first, and dug out her throat in prompt retaliation for turning upon one of her other halves.

Amekaze still closed in anyway, abruptly, and with her bloodied teeth barred as she glared into the crumpling attacker to make sure that she was done and dying. It was not a clean kill, yet few greenhorns would manage it with such certainty, and for a very first kill at that. And although it went unsaid, the motivations were clear. Family, and one that even went deeper than that which Amekaze could only perceive from the outside; one between them, cut from the very same, and so fascinatingly intertwined that a threat to one drove the other so far, so sharply, and so unwavering.

Her own tail was flagged at the thought (the occasion, somberly sang her histories), although she did not move to stop her from the finishing onslaught; the wrath was justified (she felt it too) and towards its expression, she was observant as her own heart rate and body began to ease back slowly. Amekaze felt nothing beyond foul contempt towards the invading female. Sight of her, taste of her, was bitter. Now, she was nothing and they were left to do as they pleased. Perhaps she was not even worth rotting here. "Are you hurt?" she asked once the dust began to settle, to either of them, or both, worrying over the answer with a lump in her throat already that drove her even nearer to her girls. She reached to lick comfortingly at Alya's cheek, should she have it, and kept an eye on Hydra in the meantime.