Herbalists' Cache called to the skies but she was overcast

only when rumil made a note about dalia's eyes did the fisa take another step back. it was small but meaningful, trying to offer as much comfort to her daughter even as this stranger was just flat out... well, portia had a lot of words for it. creepy was certainly one of them. portia shook her head gently as he declined her offer, making a mental note of his choice of words. she wanted to leave by now, actually, so when he had apparently changed his mind and went to take the hare, she began to offer a farewell. "well it--" but was cut short as a blunt force rammed into her, throwing her to the ground and absolutely knocking the breath out of her.

for a moment she blacked out, confused and shocked and then in pain, as teeth grabbed a hard hold on her scruff. and, truthfully, that was absolutely it for poor mrs. portia moreau, who lacked all the skill necessary to fight properly and was already pinned and held at an angle so awkward she simply couldn't fight back. her limbs flailed and kicked and pressed against the dark-furred body above her. "get off!" she snarled, but even she knew that words were likely useless now... as if they were ever any help in this situation to begin with.