God Help the Outcasts

"Говорить"

As if things couldn't get any worse, a voice called out to her and Darya snapped her gaze upon a very large form barreling towards her. Overcome with fear of both the instability of the earth beneath her paws and the sudden appearance of the much bigger wolf had her nearly hysterical and this time she began to cry. "мама" she whimpered, her fear driving her to her mother tongue. "Мама поможет!" She fought against the natural urge to back up, knowing if she did she'd likely fall into the earth.

A white bird fluttered down towards her, speaking words in the tongue of her father. The child sniffed, unsure wanted to trust a random wolf and it's bird, still she didn't really see she had much choice. Darya took a step towards the bigger woman; it was slow, painfully slow, and even as she moved the tears flowed freely down her face and her tiny form shook.