A howl reverberated off of the trees around her, but she didn’t think much of it. Wolves howled on occasion; Though they often weren’t that close, she was barreling through fast enough that she wasn’t concerned. It sounded somewhere behind her, so it was of no concern. In fact, the last thought she had on it was hoping it’d attack the lowlife who’d tried to pretend to be her brother.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Sick, perverted, twisted o-</span><br/><br/>Another sound caught her attention, far louder than any howl, and one that had her anger vanishing in the face of a new emotion:<span style="font-style: italic">fear</span>.<span style="font-style: italic">WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!</span>A scream tore free, the tears that were once shed for Eidhin now coming out of her fear for what was going to happen, what that thing was going to do. There wasn’t even time to try and get away, to finish a full thought. As she’d turned to look, to gauge how close it was…<br/><br/>…Nothing could have prepared her for what came next. Not the horror movies, not the books, nothing. The whole of her air was knocked free of her lungs as its body collided with hers, hers impacting the ground with a hard thud. She’d not even gotten a replacement breath off, hardly getting a cough off before its teeth embedded in her shoulder. She tried to scream, but no sound came free, no breath to support it available. With her hands, she tried to keep him back, to protect her increasingly-mangled shoulder. Kicking her legs, wriggling beneath him as his claws set to work on her sides, but the thing was too heavy.<br/><br/>Each swipe, each bite, everything was exponentially hurting, burning, and the more she struggled, the less she could breathe. The less she could move. The less she could think. Her resistance was slowly subsiding as her choked, shallow breaths were becoming filled with something coppery, thick.<br/><br/>Blood.<br/><br/>Her blood.<br/><br/>Not only was it filling her lungs, her throat, but it was coating the ground beneath her, as everything grew colder.<br/><br/>Her arms no longer pushed up at him, her legs no longer kicked. Everything was going dark as her eyes went unfocused, crossed, rolling back as the lids closed. Heart tripping over itself to get blood where it was needed, everything grew quieter and quieter until that grip on consciousness slipped. And, all she could think, her last thought…It wasn’t spent on her father, her mother, anyone else…it was spent on Eidhin.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">I’m sorry, Eidhin…I tried…</span>