when the moon fell in love with the sun

Deathbelle turned to help Iolaire as she screamed, the Empress couldn’t help herself. Her heart had nearly dropped out of her chest at the distress in her tone. As Deathbelle lurched to her rescue the third coyote batted Thistle out of the way and went for the Empress’s delicate legs. The Empress couldn’t stop in time and tripped over the shaggy beast. All she was able to see before being forced back into battle with the last of her assigned vermin was one of his fellows racing away into the night.

Deathbelle clawed at the coyote as it got close, her sharper than any normal wolf’s claws raked through the creatures soft nose tissue. It screamed in pain and followed its fellow back into the wilderness and Belle could focus on the last of them. It knew it was the last one, and as its eyes shifted from she wolf to she wolf it decided its time was better spent alive. With one last hesitating glance the coyote made its retreat.

They had won, but not without their own injuries. Her shoulders were covered in stinging bite wounds. Now that the battle was finished and her adrenaline tap shut off she could feel the pain much more clearly. However, her main concern was Iolaire. Lilac gaze searched for her partner and the Empress swiftly found her side again. ”You’re hurt.” She said wit a whine as though she hadn’t sustained injury herself. ”I’m so sorry, Io.” She shouldn’t have brought the woman with her, if she hadn’t she would still be whole. ”May I see to it?”

Fought coyote pack 3/3