drowning behind a glass wall

It's as if she can see herself from outside her body. The grief and horror give way to something darker as Jael pleads to go and get him. Modesty can't risk it, won't allow it Not yet, not now. She sees the dark look in her own eyes, feels more that hears the growl that makes her whole body visibly quake, limbs stiffening, teeth bared and eye whites flashing a warning. Like a dog guarding a bone.

It wasn't Jael's fault, and Modesty knew if she let the little wolfdog spiral it'd come back to those damn chickens. Biting back on her molars, a slow inhale through her nose and a slow exhale, still barely contained tension. She unclenches her jaw enough to lick her own nose through tight lips, a worried sound leaving her chest unbidden. She feels herself loosing grip, her voice is hoarse. "Scald will lead a party... I don't want to lose y... don't go..."

Teeth combed desperately through the thick fur around Jael's neck, pulling her closer again. She had to show her why she needed to stay, and Modesty didn't have the words. Maybe in the morning her mind would change, but not now.

"speech"