Shadewood on the altar of a sunrise

Before the cat could force Niamh to the ground, Screech attacked, surprising Niamh that he wouldn't simply leave her to her demise. The cat lost interest in her as it was goaded silently by the thin male, who then moved off to draw the cat away. Niamh took a moment or two to catch her breath, now free of the cat's attention and left to wonder, then, if she should aid Screech further. By the way he moved, strategically drawing the cougar away from the river's direction and further into the shadowy woods, she could tell he was using this as a means to both get away from her, her home, and the cougar. That was his choice. He'd decided to potentially sacrifice his life for her. 

As far as most knew, Screech was probably dead. She'd been surprised to see that he was alive, and to see that the rumours of his existance were true. Now, though, another uncertain future lie before him- and she would leave him to it, selfishly. She had kids to raise, and she could not leave them without a Mother. She sniffed, and moved away, to cross the river and head back home.