Whitefish River So We Meet Again

Ears pinned back, mismatched eyes wide with newly blossomed fear, Malila ran for cover. Praying as her heart thumped against her ribcage that the beast wouldn't set its sights on a soft, easy target like herself. She dared not look back, fearful for what she would see. She was afraid for Hieronymous. That he would get torn to ribbons with those razor claws.

Salvation came in the form of a young gray angel, who threw herself into the fight to aid the Constable. Malila could only glance at Eshe gratefully yet worriedly before she dived head first into a particularly thorny bush. She reasoned it would provide her ample enough cover and though the spines snagged at her fur and scratched her skin, with any luck it would be a tough fortress for the cat to breach. It would make sense, that Malila, lover of all plants, would take refuge in one, while she looked on with the dreadful blue and yellow eyes of youth.