Flycatcher Downs vi. defeat

The terrified scramble back of her friend sent pain and anger rolling through her body. That bastard. She wanted to kill him herself. Fear had turned to rage, yet she fought it, keeping her stance neutral. Her breath came fast as she took a few steps back and laid down on her stomach and whined softly. Ignoring the fight, she kept her focus on who she called Abrielle, hearing snarls and growls. She shoved the anger back behind her fragile wall and vowed that she would kill him herself if they did not.

Her eyes widened as the scent of her crossed her nose again. Pregnant. Uncertainty made breathing almost impossible. Why she hadn't noticed before, she did not know. Should she be around some? Would she kill these too? Helplessness filled her. Her muscles tensed for a moment, then relaxed as determination flashed in her eyes before looking over her friend. Not very far along. She could do this. She wouldn't fail her again. Whining softly again, she hoped the woman's fear would fade enough where she could help.