Kisha tore through the throat of one hound, letting it drop to the ground, her fangs dripping with the hound's blood. gone was the young wolf with high spirits and bundles of energy. gone was the wolf of smiles and laughter. her heart and eyes filled with fury. fury at the hunters and their tools, fury at the pain they so often caused.
She stood stone-still, every muscle burning and twitching with her fury. clouds of darkness and light swirled around her. the glow grew brighter and brighter, the shadows growing darker and darker. it swirled around her in a deadly cloud. suddenly it retuned to her, disappearing into her body. she stood, eyes closed, body relaxed, breathing slow.
"I'm sorry I.." she coughed and gasped, "Got you all into this." she shifted her body, meaning to stand.
Using her fury, Kisha spoke to every wolf's mind. "run" she said stongly in her mind, the thought passing to every wolf. "I don't wish to hurt you, so you must run" she still stood, her eyes closed, her body relaxed.
"Did you... did you like the poem?" she asked, her body growling numb as the effects of the red dart begin to pull into sleep.
