Agetta’s heart stumbles with Garbage and she swoops down, circling and ready to defend him if anything gets close before he can rise again. They’re both going to live. They're going to survive this. They deserve to live and be happy - both of them have so much living left to do. She can barely hear her own thoughts over the thundering pace of her heart.
She sees one burst from the grass and hears him call out her name. There is no hesitation - she dives straight for it - shifting into a snow leopard before she even hits the ground, her body colliding with the creature in a tangle of fur and claws. “Keep running!” She begs, shouts, the desperation so obvious - she’s going to try to give him time to escape.
Those two words are filled with so much just as her name had been on his lips. There's too much to say. They need more time.
Even though, as she scrambles with the beast she had intercepted, she remembers there is more than one thing hunting them. That she cannot fight them all. He just needs to escape. That single thought becomes a chant through her mind and her heart. Driving her on and on and on as she tumbles and wrestles with the creature and casts wild midnight eyes around to watch Garbage’s progress to the river - hoping with every ounce of her being that it is enough to keep him safe and terrified that she is not enough to stop whatever comes next.
@[garbage]