The little female had not meant to get herself into the trouble that she had been in during the day, she had been meaning to go and visit her great grandmother or her aunt, she had simply missed the pack and had gone too far. The patchwork girl had decided to play in the clearing that she had found before she turned round and worked out where she had turned wrong. Unfortunately she had not been alone, she had infact been in the worst place that she could have been, near the borders of Aniwaya, she had been captured by the large grey male who had attempted to drag her into the pack lands, he thought that she was a spy and was taking her for questioning. Luckily for her her great grandmother had been there, hiding in the bushes, watching the lands, she had raced forwards, screaming at the grey male, she had frightened the small patchwork girl, but the large grey male had seemed unphased by her. The had attacked him with a knife and had been stabbed herself, had it not have been for Scarlett then the small girl was unsure how they would have gotten away. The ride back to the lands had been bumpy and wild, the small girl had felt herself being pulled onto the mare, she had assumed that Soran knew how to ride a horse, but it was evident after just a few moments that she had no idea what she was doing, the pair had simply clung on for dear life. Soon enough they had seemed to be far enough away from trouble to calm the pale mare and she had fallen into a slower, more steady gait. Then her great grandmother had started talking to the small patchwork girl. She lectured her on the dangers of leaving the lands alone, how silly she had been in getting so close to the lands. Robin felt terrible, she had been the cause of Soran's injury, she had been wounded because of her, the sable female had taken a knife to the arm for her, the guilt would not stop bubbling fiercly in her chest, she kept looking up at her sable great grandmother, concern in her eyes. Apologies kept spilling from her lips as she looked at the dark female. Soran kept telling her that she accepted her apology and that she was not to worry about it any further, that all she was concerned about was keeping the young girl safe.
Robin was terribly sad about the whole thing, she had hoped to be a hero in the future, but it seemed that she could not even defend herself. She had said as much to Soran, saying that she had always wanted to be Robin Hood, but that it seemed that all she was was Robin Aatte. This had sparked something in the dark female, she had told Robin off, telling her that there was no such thing as just an Aatte, that they were strong and were able to endure great hardships. That she herself was special and that she would see that sooner or later; this gave the small patchwork girl some hope, she managed a small smile, before she noticed the sable female wince and that began another tirade of apologies. The ebony female wrapped a protective arm around the smaller girl and told her to stop apologising, somehow that made the small female feel comforted. She snuggled her back against Soran's stomach and chest and was eventually lulled to sleep. She was suddenly awoken with a thud, she was on the floor, it was now night time, the girl looked up and all around her, the fog of sleep still present and making her confused. It took her a moment to get her bearings, she rubbed her eyes and looked around, they had stopped just over the borders of the lands, Scarlett was shifting from foot to foot uncomfortably, whinnying and neighing loudly. The small girl looked up at her with large blue eyes, wondering where on earth her dark great grandmother had gone. That was when she noticed her, laying near to the horse and the small girl realised what must have happened, Soran had fallen from the horse and without her support so had she, she did not look too well. The small girl clambered over to her and touched her chest gently, she female was breathing, but she was also bleeding. The dark female's wound had reopened in the fall, the small girl panicked then, her great grandmother did not seem to be waking up. She gave her a gentle shake, nothing. The young girl pressed a muted grey hand to Soran's arm, trying to stop the bleeding. She was scared, what if she had killed her great grandmother?!
"Help! Help! Anybody? Help!" The little female began to shout, her voice filled with panic and fear.
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