She winced in pain as the sharp claws scratched into her skin, tearing parts of her clothing, her own blood seeping into her clothes. But she persevered, holding the pup closer to herself, patting it as she tried to calm it down. She let out a soft [i]Ssh..[/i] sound, as you would for a crying infant, hoping it would work. She wished that she had her flute. She remembered one incident a few years ago, when she calmed down an aggravated dog with her music, but this knowledge was useless in the present.

Her mind was quite focused on the pup as she tried to think of ways to calm it down. But something caught her attention. Her eyes flicked over to the Ebon Knight as he spoke, only to hear [color=bc8dbf][b]"It is a threat. It must be put down."[/b][/color] She felt a strong emotion well up inside of her. It was a feeling that she hadn't felt before, but she could tell what it was. Anger. [color=00aeef][i]It didn't do anything wrong![/i][/color] She wanted to scream. If anyone was to be punished, it should be the person who locked it up in the first place. She grimaced at her own disability. She hadn't realized that it was something that could make her so... helpless. All of these emotions were new to her and it made her extremely uncomfortable, because it wasn't like her to be this way.

She slowly stood up, backing away from the pair of men whom had just finished speaking, her arms cradling the squirming pup. She glared at the knight, an expression that she had never used before. She trusted these people, but now they just looked like murderers to her.