Stone Circle A girl worth fighting for

Steph pushed herself as far as she could to the back of the hole, almost becoming one with the wall of dirt. Her dark coat would make it difficult for anyone to see her in here, until their eyes adjusted. Steph was silent, listening to the sounds going on outside. She was far enough away that voices and sounds were muffled, but Steph could understand a fight was going on.

The real fear came when it all went quiet. Her ears perked, waiting to see what would happen. Then, footsteps. She pinned her ears6ack, fearing it would be the creature again. For the first time in her life, Steph growled with menace; a warning that she had gotten her wits about her and would not freeze in fear if attacked again.

But, as soon as she scent of Valette was caught by her nose, the growl ceased and Steph stepped towards the entrance. Her eyes scanned, seeing Moo, but kept looking for her attacker. He wasn’t there, even though his scent was heavy on the two adults. Her tail wagged when she realized they were safe, and she nuzzled her mother, nodding to her question. 

Still feeling a bit uneasy over what had just happened, Steph attempted to squeeze herself in between Valette’s front legs and under her chest. The smell of blood reached her nostrils and Steph licked her mother’s muzzle in an attempt to clean it; something Valette had taught her. Her head swiveled, and her gaze went to Moo, and his shoulder and her eyes widened. Moo, you ‘k? she asked. It looked like a lot of blood, more than she could clean up with her tongue. She had never seen so much before.  Being naïve to the world of wounds, and not having any such thought that Moo could die, she had no fear of Moo being anything but okay.