Hazel screamed when the gun went off, when the Tartok had rushed back at them, when Amos had grabbed her and Haley, when she had been thrown up the stairs, when she had been tossed to the ground. Or maybe it was just one long scream. She wasn't sure, she couldn't hear it. 

She huddled on the floor, clutching the leather cord attached to the eagle so hard that it was starting to leave a hard across her knuckles. Somehow she hadn't let go of Haley's wrist. In fact, somewhere along the way, her other arm had gotten wrapped around Haley, and she had remained that way even after being thrown to the ground.

"Are you ok?" She asked Haley, the high pitched tone drowning out her own voice. She didn't realize how hard she was shaking or that she was still yelling at the top of her lungs.