Dragoncrest Cliffs Gleypa

Her mother ran with her into a battle she had never wanted to have. The sight of blood mingled with the scent of Sobo's fur drove Chacal into a frenzy. With each stride she prayed harder and harder that Suzu would still be alive- she was not sure she could fight a battle if she arrived to see her baby girl torn to pieces. She spurred herself forward, causing rabbits and birds to flush and flee as the pair of mothers raced toward the borders, reeking of foul medicines they hoped would cure the murderous ailment. 

She heard her brother's voice as he wailed Sobo's name. His breath fell just short of her heels, but his cry rallied her fervor. Chacal's breaths became a scream of rage, surging with every lunge in a harsh crescendo. Jorunn slipped into her peripheral vision. For two strides, she thought on the absence of the other men of the pack. Battle was the place for them, not shepherding children. She cursed them- but only for those two strides. 

Suzu was there. She turned and bolted when the bear caught sight of the offensive party, and whisked past her mother. Her heart clenched. She loved her own mothers so much, she hoped her children would not come to know the same pain she herself was unwilling to suffer. 

She gave a flick of her muzzle- and called out with a sharp "ARRET!!" To call the charging party to a sudden halt as the bear cleaved the air with one massive forepaw. She slid to a halt just in time- and felt the air sing just short of her muzzle. In the wake of its swing, she lunged, aiming to catch the back of the bear's left forelimb, up past its elbow. If her aim was true, she would be pulled along with its backswing, and would hang on with all her might- hoping to stay the swing of at least one of its massive paws.

Through clenched teeth and bear fur, she uttered a melodic curse:

"Móde m, chen!"