Duskfire Glacier human sadness · pack event

Cat attack :-'( The kidnapping happened "behind the scenes" so this is the aftermath. Feel free to power play a little. Next round is Wednesday October 8th @Danica @Týrr @Hatshepsut @Malachi @Arabella @Jökull @Valtýr @Maera

Screaming children, yowling cats, and the deep bay of her mate was all Tuwawi could absorb as she wheeled through Duskfire's wood with silver eyes wide as dinner plates. Finally the inevitable had happened. Though the Duskfire wolves had done their best to relentlessly peruse the threatening felines, it was not enough to curb their attacks. Though the Sveijarn mother could not know yet, her wrenching heart feared the worst and a deep pit of pitch-black dread strangled her as she ran towards their den. The cunning beasts had hit them where they were weakest, and the smallest oversight had opened a glorious oppertunity for their foes to truly hit them where it would hurt the most.

Shocks of nervous anxiety poisoned Tuwawi's veins as her muscles burned with stress. No terrain - not rocks, nor trees, nor hills - could slow her pursuit. When as the lumber glacier came into view the alpha knew she was nearly home. However, the sharp scent of blood tickled the air, and the fightened cries of her babies propelled her into the final stretch.

Tuwawi flew around the corner just in time to see Njal's strong, platinum figure descend upon a fleeing lynx. His jaws closed upon the animal but it wrenched free, driven by a stronger purpose. Together the enemies careened around the bend and out of sight. Each hair on Tuwawi's body spiked in animosity, her tattered lips rolling into a bitter snarl, as she prepared to buffer any further attacks; but the wails of her children drew the mother into the den to asses what had happened.

The young swarmed to her but the pungent scent of blood nearly deafened Tuwawi to their cries. Her eyes darted between them, red, tawny, and silver... "Lárus?" she called to her son, eyes frantically looking into the dark, "....Lárus.?" She listened, but no stalwart, chubby, golden faced boy appeared from the depths of the burrow. Tuwawi could feel her throat go dry as panic consumed her every fiber. She turned and dashed back out into the failing sun. "Lárus!" she screamed... but there was no answer to her desperate calls.