Dragoncrest Cliffs the world's grave. not ours.

Chacal out

She cowered in the shadows, hyperventilating as she looked from the towering bear to the dark form on the ground, so broken and bloodied that at first, she'd not known whether it was Valravn or Raleska. She still wasn't certain, seized by shock as she was, when she saw the form of her mother hurtling past her, followed within an instant by the pale form of Rosencrantz. They snapped and bit at the bear which had reared, to free up its front paws to use to claw them away. 

She immediately dropped limp from surprise and fear when she felt teeth at her own nape and for a wavering second she thought perhaps there'd been another bear- and that it certainly had her in its grasp though...It was far too gentle. And the figure bore her Maman's form. She stared up at her mother's face, terrified, as she was urged to run and so she did- scampering away and flattening her ears to the pulse of growls and roars, not knowing if that might be the last time she ever saw either of her mothers again.