[color=D6CC88]Wyth put his ears back and snarled at Zander upon his approach.  The moorcat had only seen his girl react negatively to the young man, and he wasn't going to let someone she didn't like near her, as upset as she was.  Next to him, Amuné curled herself tighter and buried her face in his fur.  While the child was a little banged up, she was mostly unharmed, but her insides felt just awful.  Her stomach churned, her head pulsed, her chest was tight, and her heart felt like it had been ripped in half.  She was confused and scared, and she missed her parents.  She wanted her mommy to fuss over her bruises and scold her for being careless.  She needed her daddy to hug her and tell her that all the bad things were far away, that she was safe and everything would be fine.

None of that would happen.  Instead Amuné clung to the only family she had left as she sobbed, trembling.  The fiasco resulting from going after the merchant's stolen ship was overwhelming for a girl her age.  There was a good chance that someone would have to carry her, for it really didn't seem like she'd be up to walking anywhere just then.[/color]