Stone Circle push play, stop, rewind

things were happening far too swiftly for indra to process. she was not by nature a fighter or killer, and even though now she fought for everything to keep her pack (and by proxy, laurel) safe, indra felt like a fish out of water. she and steph both continued their assault of the goddamned bitch that had hurt leta; oh god, indra could not glance back at that sorrowful scene, nor did she wish to hear the keening wail of grief that rose high above the pines.

she continued to drive the wretched woman beyond their haven; her blood was pumping and blazing fur bristled with aggression, but it was not she that pulled off their attack, but steph. as they neared the neighboring territory's borders indra realized she risked everything to pursue caiaphas further: laurel was too far to protect, and if anything happened...

indra slowed to an exhausted trot and followed behind steph. she was lagging and out of breath, with blood still tinging her muzzle and tongue. together they had managed to severely wound the woman, but she had still gotten away, and indra dreaded the scene she was about to return to.