ain’t no babysitter

Yarra is so focused on the deranged creature that it takes them a moment to comprehend the sight before them: a howl draws her attention, and Yarra whips around just in time to spot a blur of movement and a hint of bright red fur. one of Absi and Aresenn’s spawn comes charging over, little face contorted with fury as she springs an attack on the crazed herbivore. Yarra is stunned for a moment, both by the child’s nerve and by the ferocity of the deer, but she’s quick to snap out of it. Absi will kill her if she lets one of her children get injured. “kid, get behind me,” she orders sharply, eyeing the deer warily.

its eyes are wide and crazed, hooves stamping as it puffs angry little breaths from his shiny flat nose. a shiver runs down Yarra's spine, a mix of thrill and apprehension. she hasn't been this surprised in a while, and it's a rather welcome feeling. the adrenaline of the unexpected. Yarra moves to shield the girl from the buck's crazed stare, tensing as it tracks her every movement. the wicked points of each antler pierce the sky, and Yarra paces in an agitated line as she waits. the anticipation hangs over them like a thick cloud. "you good, kid?" Yarra inquires to the girl, tail swishing. "'cause i think this bastard is looking for a round two." oops, should she really have sworn in front of a child? ah, whatever, this is Absi's kid; she's probably heard way worse. as though on cue, the buck snorts again and charges for them, anglers lowered. Yarra snarls, and races forward, hoping to apprehend the creature before it can injure the girl.

wc: 810/1500