Blackfeather Woods ɪᴛ ғᴇᴇʟs ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ʙɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ

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He lunged aside, but she did not stop, didn't hear his words. She had set into motion, the moment she leapt, she had propelled less by motive and logic, and instead by overwhelming desperation and anger at those who called themselves her wardens. He wasn't the brother she had grown up with, he had changed, now, and was just another of the faces in the dark. If she could not flee, then she would fight. She whirled on him, in the close confines of the cave; he could not go far. She lunged for the thick fur of his shoulder, aiming to sink her teeth into it and cause as much damage as possible. If he sprung away, she would attack again, beyond words, now.