Felltree Marsh Im trying to help

A call rang out from somewhere else. 
The summoning of numbers.
 
Well, that was a problem. 
Promptly, the pale child would drop Shey's corpse and turn into a streaking bolt as she fled the scene, still southward did she go.
Not yet as weighted as her mother was, Sovereign still had some decent speed within her, enough she might possibly get away.

She ignored the protest of pain in her foreleg in her efforts to flee as unscathed as possible.