Stone Circle I smell children

She was wordless, watching the interaction from her place beyond reach, stepping back slightly as she watched the steely-eyed Patriarch of the pack approach, pinning the sleek, pale woman in his gaze. Oryx shuddered under its intensity, even though it wasn't directed at her. She was grateful that she was already present when Greyback sounded the alarm for others, as she hoped it might give her a bid in becoming a more integrated member of the pack, even though she was little more than a fly on the wall. 

That is, until she heard something skin to the rustle of a swift wind running through dry leaves, and the patter of footbeats so swift that she did not realize Valette had been approaching the gathering until she was already bearing down upon the stranger with a vicious call to arms. There was a fury within both the Matriarch and the Patriarch of the pack- and Oryx had come to understand their loyalty and fidelity through their recent tragedies, and now bore witness to yet another account of their selfless devotion. Siarut as well was a strike of lightning, snapping with the ferocity and speed of a viper- but their foe was quick on her feet, and tore herself free. She began her retreat- and Oryx, as previously hidden, lurked in wait as though this had been a planned ambush all along. 

She began at a lope, but rushed forward, rising up out of the grasses only at the last moment in an attempt to catch Rosina by surprise, and cut the fleeing stranger off, and while she possessed little strength, her body could, at the very least, provide an obstacle that might slow the trespasser down.