Hushed Willows My love, hear my song and cry

He had been given her full attention, and yet the lunge was unexpected.

Paws quick to attempt at pushing the attacker, eyes filled with desperation looked towards Moonglow, towards Nasamiituuq.

Waawaashkeshi had never been a fighter, but she knew she her voice would reach further than any spilled blood.

Her jaw parted, and in a last attempt to save herself she let out a cry. Mournful, harmonious, but most importantly: loud.