Shadewood With all the fire we can breathe.

Her grip on the wolf’s leg didn’t last long, though the blood in Towhee’s mouth told her she’d done at least some damage. There was no savoring this small victory, however, as the stranger had an iron grip on her scruff and was relentlessly pushing her to the ground. She wanted to fight back, maybe try to buck off her assailant, but then another wolf joined the first and Towhee knew she was defeated.

She sank down beneath the strange woman’s weight, cursing herself for letting down her guard. Towhee couldn’t even fault these two for acting so territorial over their kill, even if they didn’t have any claim on these lands. She just hoped that acknowledging her mistakes might earn her some mercy. As far as she could tell, they weren’t going for killing blows, so there was hope she wasn’t totally fucked.

Uncle! Uncle! she yelled at the top of her lungs once she was on the ground. -“I fucked up!”- she acknowledged, moving her limbs out of panic more than anything. -“Let me put it to rights,”- she implored, swallowing her dignity.