Northstar Vale Right Beside You

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It was a flurry of motion. One moment, her nose would reach to touch his shoulder in a quiet quest to have him wait a moment—to find another way. Its tail would whip, but she would only feel the panic of the moment when she realized she couldn’t breathe for a stolen moment, the wind knocked out of her as the man’s large shoulder collided with her face and chest to push her from harms way.

There were snaps and snarls—Meadow finally regained air and she sucked it in with a startled gasp, though swayed. She stumbled, almost falling into the cache that had been started and only managed to catch herself before completely face planting.

Then there was silence, and ignoring the smarting ache of her cheek and chest, the silver doe rushed forward, all but ignoring the now dead and definitely no-longer-cute porcupine in favour for looking to Reyson and his injuries—the swell of quills causing her mouth to feel suddenly dry.