Herbalists' Cache cen

lmk if i'm reading the scene incorrectly/need to edit, description of a bone break. blurred since he is just a baby

Caan is too young to understand the chaos that unfolds around him. The air stings against his body, pulled from the warmth of the family nest.

He is shoved into the dirt. He doesn't understand that the girl holding him did not mean for him to be. He doesn't understand that she was as helpless as he, under the merciless grip of his father. The force put through her body travels to him. Caan is dragged, crushed and throttled with her.

No longer can he smell his parents through the haze of blood. It was everywhere, dampening his fur. Leaving him cold. Never had the air been so rancid.

His voice comes in hiccupping cries, whenever he is granted breath.

They turn into high pitched screams when a violent shake across the earth rends him. He can feel his paw get caught under his body the wrong way. The snap of the leg above when he is twisted. Never had the boy known fire, but this was surely agony.

permission to assume ishmira drops caan, and permission from caan's player to grab him!

morwenna did not feel the pain of her own wounds. not yet. not in the face of what she saw now—her son, her child, her caan, screaming.
blood in the den. everywhere. everywhere.
ishmira's grip slipped. sun eater had nearly torn her in half. her precious daughter—no. no. her pup lay crumpled like leaves in frost. and caan, caan was screaming. his leg! bent—wrong, broken.
she wailed—a guttural, cracking sound that tore from her throat. monster! it was a roar, louder than it should have been, so much louder, echoing off the stone, reverberating through her bones. you’ve maimed our son!
rage seized her—but it was love that made her reckless.
her eyes snapped to caan.
blood. limp paw. but still alive.
and then she grabbed caan in her jaws, tender as she could, angling his body so it would not jostle his leg—her own blood mingling with his on her tongue. she turned, bolted, fled the den into snow-thick air. her limbs screamed, but she did not falter.
before she had gone, she made an attempt to push him aside. off of her, just off— get off. to free her daughter-friend from his deathgrip, to throw her body between the crumbling woman and the snarling beast who once claimed to love her.
her pup was broken. sun eater had broken him.
she lunged. not for ishmira. not for the children. for him.
the shadows of her past had returned—but she would not let them win again.

potential exit from morwenna, let me know if i should edit.

she is going to die here. blood stains her fur bright crimson, dripping down her back in rivulets, and ishmira's vision darkens at the edges as teeth seek out bone. they do not close around her spine, but they shake and shred with the violence of a man driven mad.

fuck.

she is going to die here, with a child crushed beneath the weight of herself and a foolish man. at last the babe's leg snaps, a sharp noise followed by a devastating scream, and ishmira drops him, limbs trembling in her effort not to crush the child. sun eater's assault is relentless, and she is weakly relieved when morwenna steals the boy away.

good.

the children are all that matters now. she bids morwenna to go, leave her. blackfell will come for her, and gjalla.

"mother," she manages through clenched teeth, blood dripping from open mouth.

"go. please."

and through half-lidded eyes she watches her go.

and then, a gutteral cry, a plea.

"black hawk!"

amidst the chaos and the snarls, one noise shakes Hawk to her core. a wailing, ear-piercing cry of a cub, followed by the soft but frantic voice of Ishmira. In an instant, Hawk retracts from her cousin. shoving her aside with a rough slam of shoulders, freeing herself from those teeth for just a moment. 

she surged forward with the grace of an angry bull. her cousin cast aside from her queen's fury, creating an opening just short enough for Hawk to gather Ishmira. helping the young girl rise to her feet, eyes wide with rage. her fur cloaked in blood—she was so gravely wounded, Hawk was not sure if she'd live to see another sunrise. 

but she's determined. she must live. and Hawk would die happily in her place. she shimmies beneath the girl, depositing that lightweight across her broad back. "you will live." she rasps, breathless but unshaken. the moment ishmira is settled, she takes off. tearing away from the blood and war, her limbs burning. sprinting in an effort to save the girls life, even if it means her own put at risk.

it was war.
sun-soaked dawn above a blood-stained battlefield. meleys lives. sun eater lives. and only one pup remains.
dark fang inhales violent breath and roars. a bellow into the sky, a bellow of lanzadoii rage, of lanzadoii despair. dey will all die! his roar is one of great anger.
in it, he fails to see the truth. stumbling forwards upon wounded shoulder, eyes lashing wildly for his brother. wounded, now, more; his condition had already been that of glass dolls in a shop.
bodies scatter. what keeps dark fang from launching after the treacherous lanzadoii being the greater threat that looms in the distance. the false wolves would come for sun eater.
meleys, dark fang rasps, head tilting like a wild thing, crimson eyes wide as if peeled open forcefully. the whites of his eyes gone blank. where is- a confusion brought on by madness. he can see only red as he searches for his sister.
the cries of lonesome child in the den consuming.

Each of Meleys counter attacks continue to miss their mark, even when Meleys does not move from Black Hawk's own attacks. Allowing her to make her mark easy so she would be distracted with her success so that Meleys may gain her own successful target. No! It wasn't to be so. Maybe her cousin were invincible. Maybe Meleys was getting slow. 

The invincibility Meleys was faced with would soon come to an end, however, as Black Hawk is tore away by the cries of another for her help. The yearling which he brother torn into. They were retreating, the pair, after their traitor Queen. Meleys meant to run after them, but it was exhaustion which dominated her now. Swaying and staggering as she made way towards her kin. My brothers...