Stone Circle I smell children

She felt the keen sting of flesh tearing along the underside of her jawbone, but a moment later the world was sent spinning as someone fast and strong collided with her shoulder. She might've been stepped on- but she wasn't so certain. As soon as her tumbling stopped, Oryx crouched against the ground with her eyes squeezed shut, wincing as she heard the thundering of pawsteps fading into the distance. Slowly, she opened her eyes again, and brushed her cheek against her leg, leaving behind a smear of fresh blood against her dark fur. She frowned, but remained where she was a momet later, collecting herself. She was sore, but more bewildered than anything. 

Slowly, she lifted her head to see that the trespasser was out of sight, as were those who had pursued her. The family that had assembled to protect the young one were preoccupied with making sure that the child was protected, so with a small pang of shame and loneliness, Oryx slunk off to take care of herself, feeling somewhat invisible and futile.