Fox's Glade hi welcome to dennys

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Aure didn’t register how many beats her heart tripped over and skipped, only that throughout it all her desecrator arrived for her like Death’s pale shadow. Then her pulse flickered — ‘Not today’ — and a brown behemoth slammed fang-first into the Huntsman, promptly casting him aside. For all she knew, it might’ve been a collision of two mountains.

But it was all she needed.

Claw, crag, claw, crag, claw, crag; she strained over the lichen and stone of the rise, ears sculpted into her ruff at the symphony of bedlam behind her. Whoever had brought this new assault may as well wrest Dennan away before commencing a new hunt of his own. In her frantic state, it seemed damn well reason enough.

Her limbs wobbled so much so out of dread and fright that they threatened to give way with each step. Drago. Isi. The silver had thought that this southern realm would’ve been peaceable for them, no matter for her. Vonn. Verx. Where were the two males most prominent in her life? Where had they gone?

Her ivory talons sank deep into loam, and she felt the bite of stone at her pads. What more can I do? When Aurëwen hoisted herself up and forward, it was with an anguished sob, wherein she tasted blood — and salt. What more can I give? She coughed, she sputtered, she snarled through it; but there was the treeline!— Please— Whoever she pleaded to, she didn’t know—