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Standing rigidly over Raleska, so that she had to peer frightfully between the slats of his long salt-washed legs, Svalinn remained in a position to both shield his sister and control any advances she'd want to make on Niamh's behalf. He didn't want to see her hurt, but she obviously wasn't there to join them - she didn't belong here. "Rosalyn! Erzulie!" he shouted, as the harpies snarled and scratched after the graceless angel who fled in the direction of Tuktu. It was a pitiful and likely futile attempt to call off the razor-sharp hellcats, but he couldn't just stand quiet; and it was also the biggest effort he was willing to put forth for the sake of their former packmate. "She's not worth it, let her run!"