Ankyra Sound Won't you look at your wings

Her injuries kept her from the quicker pace of the others—not to mention her lack of vision on one side—and she was fast falling behind. Panting, she stared, despondent, at the bodies ahead, and was about to desperately try to catch them up when a brown shape entered her periphery. 

Not the bear, no. One of the children, away from the others and presumably very much in danger. 

Lilitu hustled after her, breath hitching hard and painful in her chest. She traversed the horrors of the beach and heard retching ahead; she very much wanted to do that herself. 

But she carried on, and chuffed softly as she approached Suzu, putting herself between the girl and whatever could come to harm her.

Hey, she whispered, pushing back the panic that threatened to strangle even that single word. Her paw pads were sticky with blood. You shouldn't be here; Mireille is leading everyone away to safety.