Redhawk Caldera Her hardest hue to hold

Chaos ensued. It was all a blur. Somewhere behind her, she heard the frightened scream of Boris. In a flurry, their mother rushed past, shooting out of the den mouth. Teya was upon the feathered beast, which was still assailing her brother. Not to be deterred that she had been nudged aside, Bronte planned to continue her offensive game. But the thump and whoosh of a broad wing sent her tumbling, head over heels.

Dazed but not broken, she sat up slowly. Tried to fit the pieces together of what was going on. Of what had happened. Then she smelled it in the air. Then saw it. A slice to Teya's cheek. The gold, velvet tip of Ponyboy's ear detaching. Bright, red blood staining their beautiful fur. Never, had she seen such a vivid color before. It did not look right. Not on them. She sat, quaking in shock. In horror.

Her scream shattered the air of the caldera as she bolted back into the den. "Aaaaaaa!!" She bolted to the nearest body where she would cower, waiting for this nightmare to be over.