Hideaway Strath A Test Of Faith.

At the gathering of so many wolves, in so many shapes and colors, Aya’s expression first is lit like kindling to a flame-- giddy, strong, exciting as she takes a step forth upon those three good legs of hers. Donovan’s voice rises upwards like a howl onto itself, strong, resolute, and it fills her with strength… until it doesn't. The words twist and deepen, the truth hits her like a sledge hammer and visible confusion spreads across her face like oil to water. Sacrifice. 
No… surely, surely not her?

A tentative step backwards that almost sees her buckling to the ground and a wild tossing of her head as Aya’s breath comes shallower now, the ambers of her eyes catching Dorus’s behind her. He is smiling. He knew, he knew. Betrayal and terror become so strong a force within her that hot, salty tears rise to her eyes and the pretty young thing keeps her tail betwixt her legs, attempting to huff out words--

“N… No, please, please don’t, no,” Aya stammers, swallowing thickly as she captures the eyes of the wolves about her. “I-I thought... healing... n-o, I, I have to get back to my ma’. S-She needs me. I look after my brothers, m-my brothers and sisters, t-they are young, s-so so young,”

The girl’s voice cracks and squeaks as panic makes her heart race, her entire body quivering as those doe eyes sparkle with unending tears that drench her face fur. Even the dumbest of wolves can tell that every word she speaks is sincere… Aya is begging for her life. 

“P-Please, I-I’m a wolf, j-j-just like you, please, m-my ma’, t-the babies… please h-have mercy… please…”

A gentle howl rises from the clearing, the mournful song of a beautiful creature at the teeth of the enemy. Not the call for aid. Not a signal to any other creature waiting in the wings. A wolf simply being a wolf, expressing sorrow without words, expressing despair without clarity. It was all she could do, it was all Aya had left within her to do… it was a gentle, soft swan-song that fell upon the pack like a chorus of birds in the early morning--

And then Donovan attacks.

A pitched scream, the scattering of blood drops, she can barely escape him as she falls into a roll and begins to scramble for footing with her three good legs--

Dorus smiles.

Let the fun begin.