The little pacthwork female had been expressly forbidden from leaving the packlands until the conflict was over, after her ordeal at the Aniwayan borders her father had made that perfectly clear. She was ashamed of herself if the truth be told, she had gotten lost on the way to her great grandmother's pack and had managed to waltz straight into the waiting arms of the large grey guardian. Her sable great grandmother had somehow been there though, spying on the lands she had explained later, and had come to her aid, recieving a knife wound for her troubles, Robin felt terrible, it was true that she had not asked Soran for help, but had it not been for her then she would ever have been in harm's way most likely, her great grandmother seemed to be a stealthy creature and was far away enough from the borders that she would not have been caught. Of course what the younger Aatte had not know was that the ebony Aedile of the Crimson Dreams pack would have indeed been getting close into the dangerous waters of the turmoil between the packs, had Robin not been captured then Soran would more than likely have been dead, her plan to rescue young Cambria was too reckless even for a wolf of her fighting experience. After the attempted kidnapping Robin had been jumpy, nervous and filled with more guilt than she could describe, her sable great grandmother had recieved a serious injury all because of her, she had also frightened Haven, her father half to death, he had given her a long speech and now the girl was learning to be more cautious, along with being confined to the pack lands. She was already getting a little stir crazy, but it had given her time to make some arrows and to practice more with her bow, she was not a perfect shot yet, but she was inproving greatly.
The young Aatte was perched very high in a tree at the moment, watching the brown form of Liam, her dear friend, in his Secui form far beneath her. The patchwork girl herself had her carved bow resting across her lap, along with a handful of arrows laying on the high branch next to her, she was hoping that a handful would be all that she needed. She was nervous, partially because she knew real danger now, she knew what it felt like to be powerless, to not be able to fight the foe that was pinning your arms to your sides and dragging you into foreign territory, but also because of her father, what would he say? Then again he had forbidden her from leaving the lands, and she had not left them. Her sense of duty was too strong to contain, she had a family to protect, her friends, her pack, she was a squire now, she could not allow the war to pass as if it were a folly, she needed to protect those she loved. Her mind wandered as she looked down at Liam, giving him a brief smile, if nothing else then she would have to protect him at all costs, she could not lose her good friend; but there were Linden and Felicity to think of as well, her siblings, Fee most certainly could not defend herself, and if Robin could pin Linden to the ground then surely an Aniwayan wolf would, she needed to look after them. The patchwork girl's curled mane was pulled out of her eyes today, she needed to be able to see to shoot properly. The little female watched the horizon closely, watching the wolves approaching, she pulled her legs up onto the tree branch, not wanting to be able to be grabbed, keeping as far away from the close fighting as possible, after all she was not very strong and only had her bow. Watching Liam tense and ready himself for the fight Robin raised her bow, notching an arrow onto it with a shaky hand, she had had some practice with Dresden as her tutor and had been practicing hard ever since, but she had never fired her bow at a living thing before, what would happen when she did? The flint arrow head was sharp and pointed directly at the guardian to Ayasha's left. As Liam raced forwards and leapt at the wolf, attempting to slash his underbelly the patchwork girl was silent, practicially holding her breath with nerves for her friend. Robin loosed her arrow, hoping that her shot was accurate enough to hit the guardian she had been aiming for.
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