:Ilianda:
It felt as if her body was on fire, the pain was almost unbearable. Growling, she limped away to face Namir a small smile of satisfaction appearing at the sight of blood flowing from him. She was the one who had caused him such pain, she only hoped that she would be able to keep herself from giving up. She growled, hissing with rage at how her thoughts were turning desperate. She forced herself to keep thinking about her unborn kits, her Abhay, oh precious Abhay, and least of all her own life. They were the most important now. The large leopard charged from the side, and Ilianda crouched, feeling the muscles cry out in pain. Waiting until the brute was seconds from colliding with her, she pivoted, heels digging into the dirt as she swung a paw out, sharp claws extended, to run along the length of Namir. She roared with pleasure as she felt her claws slice through fur and flesh.
:Jarume:
The world was spinning, making odd, scary shapes as he tried to pinpoint the voices shouting around him. Yowling in pain and confusion, he closed his eyes, trying to block out everything but the voices. "Go to them! Quit blabbering like fools and save them! Back by the secret!" He shouted, not caring that his voice cracked and it was only a harsh whisper. It must have been enough though, because the world quieted. Save for one soft voice that said, "Just rest now, they've gone to them, Healer."
:Kitsula:
Rage exploded, it was the only emotion he experienced, even the fear for his only daughter was washed away. Seeing Jarume had tugged at his heart, but the Healer's words had seen him tearing off to save them. He leaped through brush and over logs, ignoring all but the path before him as he imagined what he would do to Namir. A roar of anger and grim determination echoed before him, sending every creature ahead bolting for safety.
:Mernaya:
Her daughter! Her only, precious daughter! How dare he! After so many years, he was still a menace. This time she would not be kind or turn the other cheek. She pushed her legs into a blur of motion as she surged ahead to save her daughter. A cold fury settled on her, thoughts filling with images of the past and of an immediate future filled with the death of Namir. Snarling as she burst through brush and around trees, she flew past her mate. Kitsula soon fell behind as a mother's rage urged her on.