Firefly Glen [M] stop, don't save yourself

the world went quiet. 

there was a moment, the briefest glimmer of denial in which her eddying bliss refused to believe it truly had heard that call, those words....bear...attack. in fact she went as far as to let trembling jaws part whilst widened eyes sought leta's, fruitlessly praying that she'd meet some sort of bemused warmth that proved that she'd surely imagined it as a breathy "was that...wha..." and then it passed, the mere seconds that cocooned her in sluggish denial left her in the dust and a terrible cold seeped into her chest, clutching with a tightness that made eyes water with the pain as she turned from the girl. 

there was a bear in the glen. 

she could think only of one thing as paws spurred to action and tore her in the direction of the call, west, west, west, please be okay oh my god west. if leta said anything she wouldn't hear, didn't even notice if the earthen girl followed- all she could hear was the blood pounding in her ears as bitter nausea stained her tongue. it had followed them; death. no, had it followed her? her family had died, then she'd joined easthollow and a predator had slain some of its members, ursus had arrived and then clay and then greyback...all since she joined. she'd been so foolish, so naive to think it'd ever stop because now she was here and...bear.

she didn't even notice the tears streaming down her face as she almost crashed right into the two males; could only loose a barely contained sob when she seen west alongisde osiris..alive he was alive.

"you're okay" she gasped, body trembling with the terror that she'd come across his mangled corpse, but he was here. he was okay. she felt like she was going to puke, jaw clenching in an effort to gather herself. he was okay but osiris's pack was in danger, now was not the time to let relief soothe the adrenaline hissing frantically within her system and eyes were dark as she could only hiss "i'm sorry" still so convinced that this was her fault, trapped in the mindset that death had left a mark on her and would forever trail her with mocking fervour.