Right from the frying pan

Bae-Syl moved to shield her as her tears stung her eyes. She didn’t understand what was wrong, why two of the wolves she loved were so angry with each other. Why they looked ready to tear each other apart… “Bae…” She whimpered. He didn’t sound himself as he spoke to her mother. She pinned her ears against her skull and took a step back. She didn’t know what to think, what to do… When he spoke again it was softer, his normal voice, trying to reassure her… and warn her of the danger of her mother. Lucette didn’t want to believe it. She whined again. “Don’t hurt her…” Lucy begged. She felt so much younger than a year, like a helpless pup barely out of the den. She might of well has been with wolves the size of Bae-Syl and her mother though…

Even though it seemed like her mother was the threat? Lucette lowered towards the earth submissively, her green eyes lifting to see her mother… what was going on now? It looked like she had seen the most horrific thing she could have laid eyes on and was in shock now. She didn’t speak, didn’t move, just stared at the ground at her paws.

Her companions, companions Lucy had known all her life moved though. Ears, the Tasmanian Devil, moved to her mother’s side while Whiskers tried to come closer to them. Lucette didn’t move from where she had laid on the earth, whining again as Whiskers explained.

“I’ve never seen her like this before though…” Lucette said, certain that Bae wouldn’t even let the badger get around him to her. But something had caused him to go into protective mode… and she trusted him. He’d been nothing but good to her since the day she met him. “If it’s a sickness then why isn’t daddy helping her!?” Tears streamed down her cheeks. “She’s not with those wolves anymore, she shouldn’t be hurting, and she shouldn’t try to hurt us!