SHARPNESS THREE SHOVEL;; open - capture

The words reached Diya and drove through her chest like a blade, straight to her heart. She came forward, forcing a snarl from her face as she approached. A wave of nausea crashed over her, stifling her breath and ripping a whine from her chest. She took a struggling deep breath, giving her family a bit of space as she attempted to process. Wound scattered her light pelt but nothing that would hold her down. She cleared her throat, taking a deep breath as she kept herself steady. "I- I'll go after them, they can't have gone far," she says, moving closer and wrapper her tail around the duo as best she could. They would get her son back, she would make sure of it. SHe needed to check up on her other children, reassure herself they were safe.