Duskfire Glacier Straight up

This is so intense!

Tuwawi could feel Adlartok's body run cold between her jaws when an epiphany of utter doom dawned upon him. It was as if he realized that the reaper had arrived... patiently waiting while sharpening its scythe. In that moment, the child's intrepid snarls became cries of horror. His body urgently scrambled beneath the hostile ember as a guttural shriek bayed from his throat, desperate for sanctuary. Suddenly, Tuwawi's prey pulled away with a massive effort. Her jaws tightened round his neck, but her reaction came a moment too late. The battered child cut himself from his assailant's grip, leaving behind a mass of wet silver fur and skin between her fangs.

She had been robbed of his eradication. Tuwawi heaved herself forward with the intention to run him down. Her head thrummed unbearably, ears scalding hot with white anger. The collar around her neck felt tight, and she fought for air against the rigid leather.

"No.

[size=medium]OTHER.[/size]

[size=large]CHILDREN![/size]"

The Sveijarn shrieked behind him, gasping between massive breaths with great effort. Stormy eyes watched his haggard body begin to struggle across the snowfield as she prepared to follow. However, the ground had become slick with blood and melted snow. As she began her frantic pursuit, one injured paw became unsteady in the icy puddle and suddenly slipped out from under her. With a hard thud Tuwawi fell onto her side and a sharp, sobering pain rippled across her shoulder.

She sputtered, seeing stars, but quickly found her feet once again. She looked to the treeline - the pup was farther now, a trail of scarlet behind him. Tuwawi's ragged breaths echoed her emotional condition as she crowed after the whelp, down turned head practically screaming into the snow. "GO!"

Slight powerplay of Adlartok running away. Let me know if you want me to change it!