Find my way out - CoTC ambush + losing wings

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I DON'T CARE WHO I MIGHT HURT ALONG THE WAY, I'M FUCKING SINKING

A scream. Blood curdling and fresh split through the air and cause his head to jerk up from where he was laying. Teeth once moving stopped and dropped the small meager stick he had found interest in. The splinters laying at his paws he turned his head up and then he was on his paws, gangly figure moving fast across the open area. He wasn't sure of what he would fine. The scream being the only reason he had moved at all. It resonated in his head. Hearing screams...and more screams. His ears pressed back against his skull but his figure was built for speed in mind. And he was on the scene within moments. His body tensed as he looked at the image of the feline. This. This was a actual problem or at least that was how he felt. The smell of blood hanging in the air. He tried not to breath it in. It wouldn't due. Swallowing thickly he watched as others came. Tried to fix the problem but that was something they couldn't fix.

Wings didn't just grow back. They weren't like horns or claws. They were supposed to be permanent and he winced at the idea that this kid had a body part that was literally her just ripped off of her body. He could offer nothing in this situation. It was being handled. He wouldn't have been able to really anyway. He knew how to stop bleeding and a couple herbs to apply to help with healing but that was all. He just sat there like a lump, feeling a bit unsettled about the situation that had happened. What if it happened again? Was this place even actually safe?

SAUVIGNON - 11 MONTHS - PALM GLADES

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