Moonspear you were the one next to me

"Ehm... we... I had a worse idea?" Wraen scrambled up an answer, but her mind was not yet working that right. How the hell had they got from simply scaring a big male cougar to the next logical thing, which included running away, in case things got heated, to fighting for their dear lives and eventually sitting next to the big cat's mangled corpse. She recalled Liffey's words about her mom, who had done this for fun in her days (Really? Fun? What kind of twisted sense of humor she had?!!!) and was pretty sure that entertainment had been way down on the list of reasons, why they had decided to assault the intruder in the first place.

"Eh... I don't quite remember now..." she cast Liffey a guilty glance, then gave one to Terance. Both had suffered injuries - she - aside from the blow accross her face was intact. No missing limbs or broken bones for her. "I kind of think it was my idea... but - I guess - a sorry won't make your wounds heal," she let out a little hysterical chuckle and shut up abruptly. Lying down seemed like a better option.