The tawny female's disappointment was understandable and Kiara could feel her chest tighten as Sky shook her head. They didn't have much muscle, and when it came to fighting Amy, they would need all the muscle they could get. The snow wolf's ears fell to the side and her shoulders sagged. She shouldn't have come. Kiara wasn't fighter, and despite her scars, that much as obvious. As an arctic wolf, Kiara was privileged with a lean, swift body that didn't tire easily. Perfect for hunting, but did little to help the Kiara without the proper training.
Kiara gave an affirmative snort as Sky rolled out her plan. The mention of Kohaku made the young mother become hyper focused. Her eyes blazed with an unquenchable rage, and her body grew still as the hairs of her back rose like needles. As if brought about by some miracle, a small woof and the scent of wolves and dogs grew stronger. Jiva had run off to create a distraction, but all Kiara could think about was her son. Sapphire eyes strained as she looked for any sign of him. The muscles in her body coiled and held, making her shake with anticipation as Kiara waited for any glimpse of Kohaku's colorful body. There was a gently nudge and the subordinate female followed the more dominant wolf mechanically. Her sense's felt like they were on fire, each one honed in for any chance or opportunity to grab Koahku. That was all she cared about. Any thoughts of revenge had flown away as the hope of rescuing her son grew.
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