As Atticus came Wiflor found a way out of Cyrus' hold and immediately she'd fumble out to watch what was going on.  She was worried, but she was more so worried over a simple matter.  She feared this was her fault.  She had purposefully starved herself in preparation in order to protect both Cyrus and Atticus alike.  However without she had opened up to the assault to have taken place.<br/><br/>Atticus' voice did little, the sound of dragged flesh as the arrows were broken and pulled rang heavily on her ear and more as the scent of his blood surrounded her.  In the end she could only watch as Atticus bandaged Cyrus up and loaded them onto one of the cleared out wagons.  Unsure what else to do she could only think to stand at the ready of the same wagon Cyrus laid at and watch over him, for so long as she could.  But she knew she couldn't forever.   Even in the cold of winter, 'Heat' was coming.<br/><br/>It was why she had to weaken herself for she knew she may well of tried taking Atticus or Cyrus during such a time.  It was why she kept some distance and did her best to keep calm when it came to Cyrus, Atticus seeming good about doing so already.  Biting to one of her fingers she wondered what she could do.  In such a state Cyrus would have no defense.  But she couldn't simply tell Atticus what was soon to happen.  And with the state Cyrus was in there was no way she could just up and abandon him, leaving his side.  The situation was all too pressing now...