Blackfeather Woods shorter of breath and one day closer to death

She only needed to hear the word Redhawk to know that things had gone belly-up. "Fuck," she spat, the very first time she had used that particular four-letter word in her life, and she took off running, headed for the swamp. Maegi whipped her head 'round, hoping Mou was right behind her (although how could he not be? She could barely keep a snail's pace).

The Melonii reached Namira's Mire and began to splash through it, Blue having left her shoulder to fly above. He would be safe, with the ravens. It was the wolves who were in grave danger. They needed to warn everyone, they needed--fuck. All she could think of right now was keeping Mou safe.

"There's an entrance to the tunnels below here," she gasped out, sloshing through the muck, trying not to get her paws stuck at the worst possible time. "The swamp will mask our scent, and we're far away from where the Redhawk girl is. We just need to hide out here until the coast is clear."