The Sunspire you are my sunshine

and then her baby is screaming and so is she.

she wasn't able to see if the cat had actually gotten to her daughter, but that voice — !  the cat's paw strikes across her face and seabreeze, delicate as she is, is swatted away by the broad-handed swipe as a scream (distantly, she realizes is her own) punctuates the air.  he sharp smell of iron assaults her as her face is opened for a third time and she fights to blink the blood away before he can get to her baby.

then from out of nowhere comes bernard.  she swipes a paw across her face, smearing the blood but clearing it from her eyes, and tries to hone in on the creature's weak spots because one thing was for certain — nobody would teach her child the meaning of fear and get to live to tell the tale.