in our talons — returning moth

[trojan g.]

[align=center][div style="bgcolor= black; width: 500px; font-family: Times New Roman;font-size:10pt;text-align:justify;"]When she had first been brought to the Pitt, Moth hadn't known what was happening. She had been knocked out, she remembered that, by a feline that she was sure she'd never seen before. He was injured, he had blood on him, but then he attacked her, and dragged her off while she was unconscious. The constant pounding of her head caused her pain, though it ebbed as time when on over the day, that was, until she made quick movements when the masked Pittian had shown up to take her home. Scared of the mask and of the other, she had been worried to actually go with him, but had decided to follow anyway, carefully making her way behind him, shying away from those that were close, and, shying away from the light when they finally exited the tunnels.

She knew then she had a concussion, and it wasn't a small one. It wasn't something that was huge, but it was enough to make her distracted on the pain rather than where she was going and the things in front of her. Which is why, when Nikolai suddenly collapsed and began to seize, Moth missed it at first, and when she tried to maneuver her way around the now-injured Pittian, it was at the last second, and she felt a kick come towards her stomach, and the pregnant female lurched forward, stumbling over the border as her stomach stung from the blow. "H-help!" The medic would call out, looking back towards the masked male in worry, wishing she had her herbs with her, "S-Selby!"