Until their dying days

Sophie Hughes · 03-08-2012, 12:42 PM

[html]

Word Count → 453 :: Out of Character text.

Boothe awoke to Sophie's cry, and jerked his head up, shaking the daze from his head as he darted to his feet and shot away from the cougar. He took only a moment to look around, and then he yelped, seeing his baby sister being jerked around on the beast's back. "Sophie!" He darted forward, grabbing hold of her leg and dragging her off the thing just as it spun to swipe at her again. The smaller girl--or was she smaller? Why was she so big?--struggled futilely, kicking her legs and scratching at the ground with her front paws, but Boothe didn't let go, dragging her over to a place between two tree roots just as the familiar golden form shot through the trees and landed atop their attacker.

Boothe didn't have time for joyous cries at seeing their savior, though, too busy taking a protective stance in front of his sister. His hackles were standing on end, the fur all the way down his spine rising with it, and he growled long and low as the mountain lion became preoccupied with its assailant. The thing flailed, its back leg injured enough that it could not simply flee, and Boothe hardly took notice of Hamza until the bison gave a great huff and reared up on his hind legs, kicking at the air and then bowing his head and charging into the fray.

Sophie trembled behind her brother, wrapping her newly-formed arms around herself and staring with wide, helpless eyes at her brother. The shaking was not because she was afraid, not anymore; she was just so happy to see her brother alive, to have protected him enough that someone else could come and help. She was surprised to see Hamza rising to protect them, his short horns careful to avoid the wolf and only hit the lion it held. His tramping hooves could have hit anyone, though, and he danced around the two and bellowed, seeming angry and protective at the same time.

Boothe backed up enough to sit right in front of Sophie, his head low and his ears laid back, watching carefully to see if they needed to run. He'd only just turned to ask Sophie if she was okay when she threw her arms around his neck, nuzzling her face into his back. He didn't really need to say anything after that, pressing back into her and lifting his front legs so that they could "hug" properly. He still hadn't quite registered her new look, even after seeing and feeling it for himself; he was a little too preoccupied with the battle, and even if he had, it wasn't really the time to celebrate her success.

Login




Remember me Lost Password?