Snippet #1788404

She was not fighting for pleasure, she never had. She was fighting for the safety of the little souls that bloomed in the pack. The impact of the tree hitting her side got her out of breath, her eyes widening, "Leave you alone?" Huntress growled, "I don't believe I should be the one apologizing here, Shadow wolf." She looked at him, her green eyes flashing with obvious pain, both physically and emotionally, something she tried so hard to hide, a weakness in battle she knew, yet never had been able to stop it. She had never wished for this, and it was slowly tearing her apart. Huntress stood, looking around at the battle that quickly happened around her. She saw loved ones, she saw wolves she never met before and probably will never even share a word with. She saw wolves like her, fighting for what they cherished the most and would die for like she would. "You brought this wrath upon-" She stopped, angry at herself for blaming them without true reason, they didn't know if they had actually done it, though it would surely be most likely, there was no evidence to portrait that they were the guilty ones causing all of this. Her eyes moved to her side, where the wolf had cut deep into it, a wound that still bled, though she took no more notice of this as her gaze rested on his dark pelt for the last few seconds before she pushed herself off the ground.