Jael still feels terribly, frightfully exposed out here. Maybe that's why she keeps looking over her shoulder. Over her shoulder, her head on a swivel. Gaze flickering from Modesty to the sky, the sky to the kids, the kids to the vast lands behind them. There was a lot of space out here. Jael was on high alert, maybe even more than she would have been. Constant vigilance, Modesty talks about. Jael knows plenty about constant vigilance.
The idea of fighting multiple opponents at once was enough to make the nerves churn in her stomach. Jael could hold her own alone, and maybe against a couple opponents her size. After the raid, seeing just how big most of the wolves here were? Fuck. Cal's comment about using her brother as bait though, Jael would do her best to hide the giggle. Positioned just a bit behind the kids, at least she wouldn't be telling on herself there. The distant sound of coyotes made her stomach churn, unable to wash away the picture of the last coyote incident... too fresh in her mind.
Grimly, Jael knows what comes next. Her expression a bit anxious as it rests on Modesty, and then flickers in the predators' direction. Shifting gracefully to her feet, head low, hackles up. They're coming. Trust her instincts. Fuck.
J A E L
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