[color=D6CC88][u][b]Campsite[/b][/u]

Up to this point, Amuné had been a very strong, very brave little girl, as her daddy had asked her to be before telling Wyth to take her and run.  She'd come so far on her own, farther than she'd ever been without an adult around.  But when Ethan knelt down and patted her head, her lip trembled.  Her father would do that too, often adding a hair ruffle for good measure, and the weight of a hand on her head made her think of him.  The struggle against the feeling was swiftly lost.  The girl burst into tears, just standing there and sobbing like the world was ending, and in a way for her it had.

Wyth was at her side immediately, letting his bulk serve as a reassuring pillow as he bristled and hissed at Ethan.  All the moorcat knew was that the man had touched his girl, and now she was making sad sounds.  It had to be his fault, and that meant he was bad.  Amuné buried her face in his warm fur, trying to muffle her wails a bit so they wouldn't attract unwanted attention, but she couldn't get them under control.  Her whole body shook as all the tears she'd held back since the day her life took an unexpected turn poured out of her.[/color]