Hideaway Strath In my room sitting back all alone

Fury made to pursue, and succeeded only about twenty yards before she tripped over a raised bit of tree root, sending her sprawling in a messy flurry to the ground as the intruder got away.

By the time she got up again, there was no trace left to follow, and so, hesitantly, she made back to her children and curled up within the depths of the den, protectively curled around them.

She would not sleep the rest of that night.