Alder's Grove

For imaginaryfiend's commissioned continuation of A Couple Helping Hands and Littermate

That yelp. That sound. It wasn't human, wasn't barely alive-sounding, but she knew it. She'd know her brother anywhere. Cúmhaí peeled off the last hand holding her, and, when it wouldn't move, started breaking fingers, fast and nasty, until the hand vanished.

"Nobody touches my brother. Nobody. Touches. My. Brother." She could feel everyone in the room and, what was more, she could feel how much of the creature fighting her was illusion and misdirection. She dove straight for his center of mass, right there, and below there was where the Beagle had already tenderized the bastard...

She was rewarded with a long screaming yowl. "No-one hurts my brother, damn you." She snarled it at the whole room, at the bastard growling at her and pretending she hadn't just added injury to injury, and at the three others she could feel, even if she couldn't see. "And I'll kill every goddamned one of you if I have to, to prove it."
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