"We aren't allowed to go here alone, usually," says Thistlenose quietly. "But we've been having some trouble with our prey getting sick. The apprentices went out alone to hunt both times. That's when it happened."
You're not sure exactly what to think right now, or even feel. The idea of someone deliberately finding and killing apprentices is enough to make you sick, and anger is slowly burning in your heart.
"But, why?" you say, when you can finally find the words. "What's the point? What does that do?"
You can't see her, but you know Thistlenose's owlish gaze is on you again. "Perhaps it-"
Something pushes you from behind.
You don't get a chance to see what it is before you're almost pushed into the water. You manage to roll and stop yourself. One of your feet is dangling off of a ledge. You aren't sure how big that ledge is, but you're not willing to find out.
The dark apparently is troubling your assaulter just as much as you, but they're getting close. You shout something to Thistlenose, but in the heat of the moment you don't know what you say. She's moving around, trying to find you, and yelps when something hits her.
You jump up and charge forward, hoping to hit something, anything. You get a good strike on the attacker, feeling a grim satisfaction when you smell blood. A thick waft of herbs clouds your nose.
There's a sharp cry of pain, and suddenly the smell disappears. You hear something running away, but you don't stop bristling until Thistlenose's voice calls you out of attack mode.
Fighting Skill +1.
"Are you alright?" she says. She's breathing a little heavier, probably from the fading blood-rush, as Fogpaw calls it.
I'm fine.
Who was that?!
Did you set me up?
Did you get hurt?