Horns of the devil - O; Feral Deinonychus

She wanted to scream at them, shout her throat hoarse for the mere fact that they were hurting her. The large beast had not even tried to attack them, it looked confused and angry but hadn't lifted a claw in an attempt to strike back. Her flames were becoming unstable and wild, shivering and shaking as she watched what Soph did and the preventative measures that Aurum did. Her body felt too tense as if the forces would tear her apart and then there was silence as the creature changed and shifted. The little girl that she had come to know slipped out of the beast's grasp and began to wobble towards her before stopping. And that was all the prompting that she needed. The flaming lioness moved forward suddenly and quickly to the child. Ares. Her eyes were that of anger and of malice because she was hurt now. A child hurt by her own. "It's okay. She's okay. This one has her." She spoke quickly and softly,  soothing. She would lower her muzzle and attempt to gently nuzzle Ares. Her tail moving to curl around the child in protection.

A mother on guard despite everything that had happened. She did not care about anger or the past. Things had changed and things would continue to change but not how she felt. She didn't want to let anyone near the small ink and red colored child as she attempted to soothe her. She could see the fatigue in her and she pressed her muzzle on top of her skull lightly. "She needs to rest. She needs Moth for her wounds. She's so sorry this happened to her. Will she talk to Elsweyr when she is ready?" Her back was rigid, a barrier as she loomed over Ares protectively.