Redtail Rise red

it was a swarm, as the vermillion stench of copper stings the air and brings about the feral thrumming of sunrise's heart as she comes to the scene. the red woman is wounded, perhaps mortally, perhaps not, from her view and knowledge, she could not know. she could see how the children flocked to her, to their lifeline, while her mother tirelessly worked with another to keep the elk at bay. sunrise was of no use if she crowded them, and so she comes to join her mother in the fight.

teeth wildly snapping at the elk, hopes of grabbing on to something that may keep it away, keep its breath crushed! she works tirelessly with the silent girl who she had yet to give a name, with her mother, and could feel the flesh and blood rip and tear into snarling pieces. she aims for the neck, fearful of the slashing hooves and antlers, but aware that his windpipe needed to be crushed to bring an end to this flurry of a mess!

she holds tightly, as long as she can, as she can feel herself thrash about wildly.