Sun Mote Copse Comanche

Why wouldn't he just leave her alone? Sugar could feel her fight or flight instincts engaging. Her breath suddenly came faster as her heart skittered against her ribs. She'd only really experienced this sensation for herself once before, a recollection that made her squeeze her eyes shut as if by doing so, she could avoid the memory. Yet it washed over her and Sugar's jaw suddenly clenched so tightly that it gave a little creak of protest.

Usually such a soft-spoken and gentle spirit, Sugar was near her breaking point. She didn't want to fight him, not after... but that left only one option: fleeing. "Leave me alone, Bron!" she practically screeched, frightening a flock of crows out of a nearby tree. Their caws of protest and flapping wings were the soundtrack to her own flight as the tiny Blackthorn hastily darted away into the forest.