Moonspear monday? no thanks.

Her dark ears continued to quiver with the flood of her emotions, even long after she had parted from Alaric. Her throat felt thick and tight, so all she could manage was a silent nod. Profound gratitude deep in her eyes. 

Maggak was defensive, naturally so over her wounded brother. But she credited Sialuk for stepping in, and for Bronte's great sense of what was right. The girls heart must match the radiant, soft gold of her pelt. She listened, absorbing the details of the description of the perpetrator provided. Distinct, without a doubt. At least if any of them found her, she would be easy to identify.

Elentari did not worry over the smaller details now. Acrux, kept close, teetered on the edge of consciousness. Mumbling how tired he was. "Alaric, I will help you carry him. Or if you can manage, I will go ahead and prepare the ulaq and the necessary herbs." She looked fretfully down at her son's torn body. "He'll need round the clock care, for the first couple of days." Maybe she was exaggerating, with her maternal instincts in overdrive. But she wouldn't be leaving his side while he recovered. A traumatic first for mother and child.