Brisk ran, Bolt by her side. But, with ever growing fear, she realized. "They're too fast. We won't be able to outrun them!" she cried. She stopped, and turned to face them, her horn glowing. "Keep going!" she called to Bolt, desperately hoping he'd listen to her for once.
Brisk dragged herself over to the timberwolf. "How.. many times.. do I have to save your flank?" she gasped, pulling out the blade.
"Don't... here... use these..." Narrowleaf took of his ripped bandages, and handed them to Brisk. "Don't... I ruined your..."
Brisk's head slumped, as she fell unconscious. Flitter appeared, her eyes blazing. She was angry. She hastily healed him, yet was eyeing him with anger.