Blackfoot Forest nocturne of shadow

Nope! Ten replies isn't long at all to me.

More than the teeth of the foxes ever could, his words cut her. They cut her down deep all the way to her soul. Wincing as he growled at her, she remained frozen in place. Her feet seemed to have a mind of their own and refused to move, no matter how much her heart leaped and screamed in her chest. She could feel the hostility of the foxes ahead of her, and even behind, and she felt sweat beads form on the tips of her brows. It was as the foxes began to threaten to encircle them once more that she finally snapped. She reached out for her black knight with a jerk, hoping to catch him and yank him by the scruff of his neck. Her goal was clear: they would flee with the shamelessness of thieves. She was uncertain whether this would redeem her worth in his eyes--or confirm that his statement was all too true.