Firefly Glen blood in eden

It was difficult to know anything but for rage. If not for the heady rush of adrenaline in hearing the bear clambor after her on what sounded to be unsteady legs, it would likely be this that caused the burn of her tired limbs to be numbed. Hydra forced herself to not think in the way that would only be the death of her (as it had been the death of so many before her), but it was no easy task. An emotionally exhausting one, but perhaps the singular thing outweighing that was the fact that in this moment, Hydra had no time to feel. No time for even her rage as logic sounded off and caused her to simply do. 

She knew where she could bring him. Knew where that tired gait would grow unsteadier until the thing lost its footing in a place Hydra knew well enough to know that sooner or later, he would. If she did not know the place as well as she did, surely she might as well—but here, in the Glen, Hydra had every advantage. And she would exercise it. 

An ear backturned as she no longer heard its heavy footfalls that she imagined (and liked to think) grew clumsier by the minute, and as she slowed in her own stride to accomodate the sudden change of plan, the bear seemed to see his own opportunity. As she slowed adjusted both her pace and her course, the bear had enough room to swipe and claw at her hind. It was not deep, but it was an open wound and bled all the same. 

Incensed, took stock of things as she bounded out of its reach—her pack had joined her, and Hydra had not yet caught wind of the one who was not among her ranks amidst the chaos. The bear was distracted too, now—and as it turned its own head to take stock of things, and the others occupied its limbs—

Mira and Antares she saw with them, now. And with the great swell of pride in her heart also came a mothers wrath renewed as she saw her youngest enter the fray—

It was then Hydra moved as swiftly and silently as death oft managed to as she sought to make a bid for its throat. Hydra would either rip the things throat out if she had enough power to, or hold on until it was asphyxiated. You will not touch another hair upon my families head, she willed, jaws parted—and once they closed upon him, if they managed to, there would be no force upon this earth but for this things end that could remove them. 

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