Somewere safe. That was was starting to look more like utopia with every second passed. The fire had already jumped the roofs and was now starting to devour the neighboring houses, and pretty soon the whole village would be ashes. With her luck, she'll get blamed for it by the angered villagers that survived, of which she was certain wouldn't be many. At least these two will tell a different story. Hopefully.

"Hold on for your life!" Taraah hissed, thinking bitterly how accurate the statement was. With all the strength left in her battered body, Taraah lifted the three of them to the air and headed for the treeline. With the added weight, the clawmarks on her chest made flight really painful, but she snapped her teeth shut and went on. Normally she would have welcomed the fire as the draft of hot air would help her ascend, but with two pinkskins tucked in her arms, she had to do all the work, or the ghouls would just jump at them like the one before. Running out of breath, she glided the rest of the way, hoping she got high enough.

Taraah was getting a royally annoying wing cramp by the time they reached the forest, but she held and brought them on the ground safely. Right after that though, the oxygen debt finally kicked in as the adrenaline rush died and she collapsed, panting heavily. "Go..." she barely whispered between the gasps for air, "Before the horde gets here." she urged them to leave. If this was her final stand, it would be hers alone.