Hideaway Strath It’s crazy what you’ll do for a friend

It all happened so fast: first she was sprinting towards the doe again and then fear filled her chest and squeezed her heart as she saw Ky leap between her and the buck. He clearly had his wits about him enough to try and protect her from something she could have dealt with on her own, and now he was taking a hard kick to his shoulder and she couldn't do anything but watch it happen. For a second, she couldn't breath; she tried, but her lungs wouldn't respond. But then she finally sucked in a breath and chased after the doe and Ky, who had managed to chase the buck off despite how poorly this was all going.

She braced to jump at their prey again, but then Ky was there, wrestling the injured doe to the ground. Simmik skidded to a halt and just watched as he ripped into the deer. He shook her and shook her until her head fell to the ground, detached from her body by the force of his attack. That part wasn't unsettling; in fact, she found his brutal violence sexy. Maybe that made her fucked up, but she didn't care. What had her furious was everything that led up to his attack on the doe.

Her gaze snapped to his shoulder as he limped, and when it found his face again, she was met with his uncertainty. She closed the distance between them, looking more closely at his injury and tightening her jaw in anger. That anger bled into her gaze as she finally looked up to him once more. What the hell was that? she asked him. You were reckless and sloppy. What if he had died? What the hell was she supposed to do without him? I know you're a better hunter than that. She looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to explain his behavior.